I said sorry for scolding him. I told him that I wanted to know a few things first before I can say anything. He told ok. I told him not here. Let’s...finish the coffee and move from here. I wanted to talk to him in private. He told ok. We finished coffee, moved out of the cafe and started walking.Now I asked him – “Are you really married?” He replied – “Yes.”“Then how come you’re gay? Are you bisexual?” He said no. I was shocked. Then what about the daughters? I asked him to explain to me. ’ ‘Not fantasies?’ She asked. ‘No, not often. Usually I think about something that happened in the past.’ ‘How do you do it? I mean, do you do it in the shower?’ Her voice had lowered a bit like she didn’t want to be overheard. ‘Sometimes,’ I said. ‘Sometimes I do it in the living room, anywhere will do.’ ‘Oh,’ she said breathing harder. ‘Do you ever think of people you haven’t been with?’ ‘Occasionally,’ I said suspecting where she was going with her line of questioning. ‘Have you ever thought. That’s how his dad had put it. And Pete believed every word because his dad was smart. He could calculate everything and anything like a child working out 2 + 2. Not long ago before the accident, when Jeff was taking Pete to school, Pete thought he would test his dad with one of his homework math questions. It was one of those toughies with the one train leaving this station at this hour and another train leaving that station at that hour. Traffic was heavy, people honked their horns and kids. Decisions. Sir." I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation. I am within my rights to throw you out of this class and I'm seriously considering doing so."I don't know whether he's teasing or not. Still, the tone of his voice is making my skin tingle. "Well then, sir, I'd best persuade you otherwise." As I say this, I lean over his desk and give him an eyeful of my breasts, encased in a lacy pink bra that matches my underwear. "Apparently you don't understand." He gets up and.