He worked diligently on perfecting his London accent to fill his role as a disabled construction worker with no ties to Ireland at all. He drank the l...cal beer which he found to be far too weak for his liking but definitely better than the American piss that seemed to be so popular these days.Just to fit in better, he groomed a shy girl of plain looks to be his constant companion. Her name was Laura and she was a bit of a romantic but one of those aimless young people that hadn't discovered who. It was a lot of fun.” Bethany looked at me and asked if I was gay. I told her I was not, and I had a steady date, a girl with whom I had sex almost every day. Ben had been the only one, and just that one time. “There will be more,” Bethany said. “Ben told me about the atmosphere at the college. Sex everywhere all the time, in all sorts of combinations. I wish I had gone there too, but I didn’t have the grades to get in. Anyway, Ben and I fuck every chance we get. We’ve tried three-ways with. “No work today, Dan, so I’m all yours.” She smiles sweetly, her blue eyes fixing onto mine for longer than they should.We get on with the jobs and by lunchtime we are finally through.“Thank god for that, glass of wine to celebrate, Dan?”She comes in from the kitchen with a bottle of red and two glasses, she pours our drinks and passes me mine. Don’t know why, but she seems different around me today, a little nervy and on edge.“Cheers, and thanks Dan, for your hard work.”“You haven’t had my bill. Can’t resist her beaming smile. Can’t escape her long brown hair braided like vines over her smooth shoulders. Can’t live without the glitter of her eyes over my body and the excitement on her lips. She won’t even wait until class.“Good morning, Ms. Basya! And how did you like last night’s reading?”Circe and Odysseus. She’d love—“So good! I loved how Circe trapped Odysseus and how even the gods could get him free. And…” she takes a moment to catch up to her thoughts and me. “Like it’s only when.