Like, it's one thing to have a hard-onwhen you're jerking off in the privacy of the shower at home, and away different thing to be standing in a showe... with a bunch of otherguys who can see what's happening to you. The first couple of timesit happened, some of the other guys were making comments like,"Enjoying yourself Andrew?," and "Hey guys, don't bend over in frontof this kid." - you get the idea. But after the first week the boy'sshowers seemed more "normal" to me and I stopped getting both. She loved to listen to the stories he read to her in the gallery, and he tolerated her as she explained first year math to him in lessons. It’s fair to say he came to love her as children love those they care about. When he heard her little feet padding into his room one night long after bedtime he sat up to see what was the matter. She was crying so much her breath was hitching and she stood in the doorway to wait for an invitation to enter.“Anna, What happened?” He asked immediately, pushing. I asked her to call me that evening and we would discuss it then. ‘I don’t want to discuss it tonight. I want you to say you’ll come back,’ she said in a pleading voice that I could not refuse. I didn’t take a second to think about my answer. I told her that I would come back after Thanksgiving. What was this coming to? Was she falling in love with me? Didn’t she know that we were in an impossible situation? I had responsibilities at home. There was also the money I owed Georgia. She had me. Cinderella’s nose came around and, to Mandy’s astonishment, the little horse shook its head, tearing the sack into tatters.“It’s breathing. Very good,” said Bob.The next half hour would be seared intro Mandy’s memory forever, as mother cleaned her issue and the foal struggled to stand. Once up, shaky and still wet, its head turned this way and that. It somehow spied its mother’s teat and nosed down to begin feeding.All in all it was the messiest, most beautiful thing Mandy had ever seen.“Good.