''Oh, girlfriend like a coffee?'' Molly would finish her sentence that I interupted in.Confusion would appear on Uncle Andy's face.. ''Girlf-Erm, yes ...lease Molly, that would be great''. As Molly left to fetch our coffees Uncle Andy and I stepped into his huge office, a desk with a iMac, a huge oak wooden desk with a leather chair, he made his way over to the chair, sitting in it as he got out his laptop. He looked up at me with lust filled eyes as I slowly walked over, leaning against the edge. I had, of course, not looked at her specifically when I talked to the group about Rilke’s caged Panther.On the surface, the poem is a realistic description of a zoo animal. It is, however, foremost a brilliant metaphor. Through the sensuousness of the poem’s rhythm and choice of words, the Panther circling around itself behind bars becomes in all its vitality and beauty a picture of caged desires. I had not been too specific on the libido and its frustration with a teacher’s fatherly eye on my,. .......................................................................................................................................................................................“No….please! Stop…!” Skylar pleaded softly through irregular, heavy breaths. The stimulation occurring underneath her skirt was more intense that anything she had felt before. She felt weak and her legs began to quiver gently as his rough tongue and chapped lips continued to lick and kiss at the soft cloth fibers. How many of us could hope to begin to understand the pain of this kind of loss?How many of us could come through with our sanity and humanity intact?Ian closed down his computer and walked slowly from the room.The castle, built in the 8th century, was part of the legacy.If you were called this is where you lived, the castle and the surrounding grounds had been the home of the chosen for the last eleven centuries.Each step that Ian took was a step another had taken before him; each step was an.