"What is it with you?" the Dean began sternly. "Do you enjoy causingproblems with my daughter?" Sir?" Tommi asked, perplexed."Jillian has been spendi...g a lot of time with you." Yes, sir," Tommi rebutted, still confused. "She's my friend." How _good_ of a friend is she?" the Dean asked, his tone unpleasant."Is she as good a friend as she was last year, when you caused the othertrouble?" I'm not sure I follow," Tommi said hesitantly."Stop playing innocent with me, young lady!" the Dean barked. . As they danced I thought about my recurring fantasy about watching my wife make love to a black man. I had mentioned my fantasy once to Lois, many years before. She laughed and asked why I thought she needed more than I could give her. Since I wasn't really serious, I didn't pursue the idea.At 50 I was not the lover I had once been. I still loved sex, but I couldn't pound it to my wife like I used to. Not that Lois ever complained. We had a good marriage. As I thought about it, watching them. “So, Jessy, what brought you to Bennington in the first place?” Bronwen asked as she sorted loose bottles into their respective empty boxes.“I followed a guy up here who was going to Southern Vermont College. He dropped out and dropped me all at the same time.” Jessy made herself comfortable on a bar stool and played with the coins on the counter.Bronwen nodded and smiled a knowing smile. “So why are you still here?”“That’s a good question. I don’t want to go home, but Bennington sucks. There’s. ’ Lisa turned back with a feeling of instant weariness. ‘Probably another family member with more questions I can’t answer. I left my crystal ball at home!’ Lisa composed her face to hide her thoughts, and tried to smile. Her feet and back hurt, she had a headache and in general, wanted to get the hell out of Dodge. The stranger turned towards her with a smile. She noticed he was wearing some sort of uniform, with hat, gloves and matching coat. All in black. He was about fifty-five years old –.