"So, each of you rewrite your paper and get them in to me next Monday. OK?"They agreed to whatever this implied and scuttled off. I could hear them wh...spering as soon as they thought they were out of earshot, around the corner."Hi, Burt. Hello, Lieutenant." We were in luck. There were no further students waiting. "Some chore Susan's stuck me with." Guess she just doesn't want to have anything to do with the affair, and you were the obvious person." I had a sudden thought. "What's happening with. ..but if it happens to be in front of me, of course I'm going to look. But on this fateful day, I happened to be on an elliptical behind the wrong booty (or, I suppose, the right one, depending on your penchant for being objectified by objects).I watch her in her black leggings, stepping onto the treadmill and starting it up with a brisk walk. Halfway through my workout, I'm happy to catch a couple of glances at a round butt, wiggling back and forth with every stride. What I don't know is that. The Kerns have lived next door to me forever, that is for as long as I could remember. They were older than my parents but younger than my grand parents. I had never had any sexual thoughts about Jenna Kerns. She was a nice lady, blondish hair with a touch of gray. big blue eyes, okay tits-I did like the freckles on her cleavage. I would watch their dog and pool when they went out of town together. They would always come to my parents parties and we would go to theirs. It was at one of these. “Four years… and what have I got to show for it?”.The thought rattled around in his head, over and over again. His animosity was palpable. His social life had all but evaporated as a result and it had been five years since he’d made even any real effort at dating. He scoffed, realising that he was conflating dating into a 'positive'. The incessant games girls play, the lies that get strung up as you sit across the table in mutual awkwardness trying to be someone ‘datable’. Hiding from each.