”“Hawley, I knew what you meant - but I would imagine you could teach any girl in this school a lot of things - other than Algebra. Now couldn’t...you?”“I’ve never tried, but I’ve seen some girls and even some teachers that I’d like to teach a few things. About school things, that is.”“Am I one of those teachers you’d like to teach a few things? I’d hate to think I was being left out, if you were passing out lessons about school things - or any of the other things I’ve heard you were very. With lunch over, she was shocked to discover that her boss was demanding that she go on a business trip with him over several nights next week. She almost gave her notice on the spot but decided to ask Tom what he thought that night over dinner."You really are too good for that job," he said."But I need that job ... as much as I hate it ... as much as I hate my boss and know he is just going to use the trip as a chance to try to get into my pants." I wouldn't like that," said Tom."If it would. "Then kiss me." Giggle.One dead alarm. One kiss, augmented by various touches and squeezes. "I like where this could go, baby," I said, "but today you enter the wonderful world of electrical power technology." Mmmmmm, oh yeah."We rolled off opposite sides of the bed and being ever the gentleman, I let her have the toilet first. This was the beginning of a learning experience as the two of us started figuring out each other's paths in the morning ritual of going to work. I saved one big step by. In a quiet fashion, not as obvious as Marco’s mom, Dad quizzed him about his background, his goals, his injuries, and prognosis. I’d never seen him like that before. Dad was good, way too good to be an amateur. I was convinced that Marco had no idea what was happening and thought it was all just polite conversation.The day after, we went alone to Peter Luger’s for a steak dinner and their bacon appetizer. NY is blessed with numerous great steakhouses, and Luger’s was near the top. I should have.