Often, Ellen had tried to set me up with this widow or that divorcee, but I was still single at thirty-four in spite of her efforts and those of count...ess women like her."Who's the lucky woman this time, Ellen?"Did I hear a hesitation, a catch, in her voice?"Me."I had heard a rumor she had driven off the guy who had been living with her, locking him out of the house she bought with an inheritance from her uncle. I was wondering if she would ever call me. Wondering and hoping."Shit, no! You are. She spent a couple of minutes adjusting the seems that ran up the back from her feet and smoothing out wrinkles and bunches. Satisfied with her efforts she slowly did a turn before a full length mirror, lingering to admire her nylon-covered bum cheeks. She then reluctantly tore herself away from the reflection and finished dressing, sliding a thin, thong-like pair of black-lace briefs that complimented her bra up to cover her exposed crotch and then came the dress for the second time in as many. "I read better than I speak," she said confidently. And she took my hand. I looked at her."This is ... Look over there..." she said, catching my question before I voiced it.I looked. There was another adult with a kid in tow. Okay, I'll buy it. I smiled. Taking my 'niece' to McDonald's.Ten minutes later we're seated in a booth each with a tray of burger, fries and a drink. She was a couple of bites into hers."Well, Lita ... McDonald's. Good, or no?"She smiled. "Good. I saw McDonald's in. ”“Well, alright. I did come to you first.”“Thanks, man. I can’t thank you enough.”Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. His grades recovered and I felt really happy I could help him. Another semester passed, when I suddenly suggested something I would come to regret.“Hey, Mico. Lots of work today?”“Hell, yeah. Tons.”“You know, I have nothing much to do. Maybe I can do some of it for you?”“Nah, but thanks anyway. I owe you so much already.”“You don’t owe me.