"How about you, sirrah," he said, "have you no opinion on this mad conflict, this vile rebellion?" Opinions are for those that can afford such," I tol... him meekly."Quaker rabble are you?" asked the other Redcoat. "We Presbyterians can understand your reluctance but hardly admire it." No sir," said I, "just trying to stave off hunger and earn my keep." And he's a good worker, too," said the reverend Mr. R--."That he is," echoed his wife with a flickering glance in my general direction. She. We meet at a nice fancy restaurant, Will was very tall, muscular, and so handsome. His hair was in dreadlocks, and has a very deep voice (a voice you could fall in love). It's like to dream that came true. A dream that I pray for; after our meals we both cruise around the city, Will brought me roses, he took me to see a Broadway show "Cats", Follow by a night out dancing. Few people have recognized him, ask for his autograph, and took pictures. I was just amazed; I couldn't believe I was with. " My conversational skills were cranked up to full power.So instead of doing the slide for the door here I was stuck face to face with Ms. Oren. I had zero designs on her tender young body. I was old school and my fantasies were spent (or wasted) on my contemporaries. Most of the female teachers could pull a plow, with there being just a few exceptions such as Ms. Oren.As I stood there by the side of her desk I faced slightly away. I didn't realize that what I was accomplishing was putting. Nothing fancy, nothing prolonged, nothing fantasy filled. Just get off and the quicker the better.The moonlight filtering through the balcony opening and the softly moving sheer curtains shown over the bed tonight. Even that seemed especially erotic tonight. The soft light, the shifting soft shadows from the billowing curtains and my image in the large vanity mirror at the end of the bed. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? The moonlight is perfect tonight perhaps. Now that I notice it, I.