"Fuck it", she said to herself as she walked out the door.She left the dorm and brought a list with her of items to go back to the store, knowing that...she would have to remake the potion before that night. As soon as she entered her college courtyard, she felt her jeans unbutton."Damn, you're kidding right?" she said as she tried to inconspicuously button them back to avoid public embarrassment. She buttoned them back and kept on walking. Next she felt the right cup of her bra squeeze her. Now that I think about it, maybe I should stop joking with myself about being paranoid. Maybe that self-diagnosis is just a little too close to the truth. Maybe I really am paranoid.Neither of my children has ever done anything to make me think they can’t be trusted. They wear what I consider provocative bathing suits. But when you take into consideration that it turns out I’m the anti-sex maybe my judgment isn’t to be trusted on the subject.Jeff came home and changed for dinner. He didn’t say. This particular day began normally and routinely. During lunch in thefaculty lounge, I overheard a couple other male teachers discussing astudent and her outfit.Teacher 1: "... standing just inside my doorway, watching the youngladies going to their first-period class. One student passed by, dressedvery much at variance with the norm."Teacher 2: "I think that she was in my Beginning Ancient Greek classthird period. I'm unsure, and I refuse to mention names. But it issurprising how Miss. Indeed I believe that problems exist in limited numbers, issues in unlimited numbers. So problems as areas of investigation that I choose according to their concentration accuracies: Forest, Morgue hospital, veterinary clinic, the site of waste treatment, and so on. where stir and grow "foudroyants types": the mushroom, Folle Vilaine, the carcass, the Monster, Energumène, Tree, the Beggar,… One area of investigation has its strengths, movements, number of issues. Man-system, that I strive for,.