“What lunch period do you have this term?”“Uh, fourth period, sir.”“Good, that’s my designated lunch period as well. Be here no later than...fifteen minutes after the start of fourth period. That should give you time to have something to eat. We need to talk.”Cindy was surprised that the professor hadn’t even looked up from his note-taking once as he’d spoken, but just kept on going, as if she wasn’t even there.“Uh, okay. Yes sir. I’ll be here.” It was obvious the professor wasn’t going to say. "I said, "OK. I'll go get them."I didn't believe that they weren't trying to get me out of the room, so I took a leisurely walk to the car and back, trying to give them time to really get going. When I got back to the room, I listened from outside the door and was surprised to hear them talking. So, I opened the door and went in. True to their word, they hadn't been doing anything while I was gone. I gave Brandie a new soda, which she opened, took a couple of sips from, and then she got up and. The alcohol takes effects quick and your nervousness soon gives way to a sultry confidence. As we eat, we laugh and have light conversations. All the while, you hand is brushing mine from across the table.As the next round of drinks arrive, the waitress buses the dishes and leave us with nothing to do but to start the survey of the bar area. My eyes start to see if it can find her victim before she declares who it will be. It's a game I play with myself, seeing if I know her tastes.I spot a few. She literally glowed in her happiness. Amazingly, over time we found we could sense each other. Not in a conscious sense, but at a certain subconscious level. I learned to trust this sense to guide me in our times together and she experienced climaxes of an intensity that surprised even her. As I became more adept at sensing her needs, I could meet them better. Sally would stagger around the house for days in a state of bliss, simply from the knowledge that we would be together that night or.