Stella turns back towards the Cafe entrance, and is struck by the enormity of the task ahead of her. Somehow, still shaking, she must make her way bet...een these tables back to the shelter of the doorway. Under the gaze of all of these strangers, who had just watched her lose herself in the most private and intimate of all experiences. It does not seem possible; the door is infinitely far away. Somehow she takes the first step. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the blonde stretch her hand. ..”But you don’t have to wait until you’re President to do that!”“What do you mean?” she replied.So I told her, “You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I’ll pay you $50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.”She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and do the. Damn how I wanted this sexy, desirable, intelligent, funny older woman. She pulled on her leather coat and led me out of the club, I had not seduced her, she had seduced me. We staggered towards her place, quite drunk, talking about the things drunk people do. While crossing the road, she stopped me “On yes, one last thing.” She planted her lips onto mine, those sweet lips, her soft tongue. I pulled her body tightly to mine, caressing her face and her hair. Oh god I wanted her, to have her. I'm taking the next honors section. You too?" Yup. Great, then I can pay more attention to see if you're a math goddess too," he teased her. The instructors at the camp fawned over her so much, that Morton had privately been calling her the music princess or music goddess, when others couldn't overhear them.To his surprise she didn't rise to the bait and call him by one of her standard insult names for him: math geek or music geek. She really was preoccupied, he realized."Ya'll okay?" he asked,.