While she was gone he tried to work out what was going on. To him her life seemed extremely disorganised. If the room and her appearance and demeanour...were anything to go by it was a mess, yet she was producing something extraordinary, if eccentric. He looked around the room for clues. A large walnut wardrobe was in one corner. He quietly opened it and saw hanging inside more than a dozen glamorous outfits, a tight black cutaway dark brown leathercatsuit, laced bodiced corsets, a red leather. He had been told it was okay to look once, but that second look always got you in trouble. Mike tried to avoid that second look. It wasn't always easy.A dedicated teacher, he cared about his students, more than he should sometimes. This was one of those times. Several weeks before, a bright, promising student had simply quit coming to class. Mike knew she had some trouble with her mother. He knew her address was a druggie and hooker hangout. But he knew this girl could make it out. She. He loved it because there was lots of different people there andhe could do whatever he wanted. He liked to just watch with no plan inmind and see what happens on impulse. While walking around the malllooking for something mischief to create he heard a baby crying his/hereyes out. Cardonali decided to go investigate. It took a few moments tofind the crying baby. While he was deciding what to do, he saw a fewpeople who were disgusted presumably that the mother wasn't silencing thebaby fast. She extended a hand. ‘Oh… hi… sorry, newsprint…’ I muttered and went right back to my paper without taking her hand. She touched myarm. ‘Ya know, I don’t typically do this… but um…’ she bit her lip… ‘maybe you and I could … um … well I find you really hot and why don’t we join the mile high club. Head back to the bathrooms… ya know.’ I could not see how this woman could fit herself into the cramped quarters of an airplane lavatory much less have anyone join her. I include in that the aerobic.