You have the mostbeautiful smile." Marvin couldn't help but smile a little at that, strangethough this call was, and butch though the woman on the lin... sounded."I really love how kind and thoughtful you are, never harsh words foranyone. And I really love your hair, the way it cascades down to yourshoulders." Well now it was clear that this prank caller was notdescribing him, Marvin thought, and for that matter the caller clearlywasn't a woman, rather it sounded like the most stereotypically. ”“Good, so, if you should ever want to go to “lunch” or to discuss how my work is going in a private setting, that would be fine with me.” “I prefer to stay abreast of things said as she pressed her breasts against him, and I believe oral communication is always the better than memo’s, so don’t hesitate to ask, all right?” “Certainly, he laughed.” “I’m truly pleased to be working with you and I would love to take you anytime, to lunch, that is.” “Are you hungry today?” “Lunch is not about. . standoffish. Even conceited. This girl seems warm and friendly and ... and ... approachable. Suddenly, I’m looking forward to the long flight ahead.“Which school?” showing off my knowledge of the crazy quilt conglomerate of campuses that are CUNY.“Hunter. On 41st Street.”“Then you must be enrolled in the Art School.”Her smile flashes and something thrills inside me. “Yes, in Studio Art. Are you from the City? How do you know so much about CUNY?”“No, no, I’m from Houston,” suddenly aware of my. I fetched it to me as fast as I could, letting my body provide the deceleration because I was having trouble managing the flying process. I floated it up to my left hand and put it on.I held up my left hand with the fingers spread, saying, "On third finger, Prof. No second. No third. {Giggle}." Prof had passed out, so he missed my lunacy.Sleeping sounded good, so I made sure someone had put the cat out (which was silly because we don't have a cat, but if we did, I think it'd be better if the.