She shivers under my touch, and I better kiss her again before I continue my explorations. My hands wander up her naked back to an elastic strap, tha... must belong to a bra! »Man, I'm hot!«, she breathes into my neck. »Then take off your jumper! Let's take a shower!«, I suggest, but the only thought of that seems to frighten her. »Don't be so sheepish!«, I say, open my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My hairy chest doesn't impress her much but as I pull the promised Fifty out of my pocket. You are pretty enough to be in the movies, Miss Jones, I thing.”“Really?” she exclaimed.“Oh yes, if not Hollywood, then certainly you’d be a hit in Danmark.”“My grandfather is a Dane.”“Really?”“Yes, he is retired, in his eighties now, but he speaks English in the same accent as you.”“So, you would be as big in Danmark as Seena Owen, or as much as Ingrid Bergman is in Sweden, only please stay as you are and try not to end up being vain.”“Oh dear,” she said, “I should never have worn my best. I found time to get better acquainted with Terry; Drake has moved on to other pastures; and, Raquel still has some kind of hold over me, which I have no desire to rid myself of.School is school, and there is no changing that. The best you can do is modify your expectations and hope for the best. I was a little sad when Drake moved on, but Terry had the same lunch period, which gave us more time together. We’re not ‘dating,’ but we are an unofficial couple.Everyone has their suspicions about me. In a quiet voice, he said, “It’s beautiful.”Shirley ran a hand over the surface of the desk. She said, “It’s an old teacher’s desk from the forties.”The solid oak desk had been refinished and who ever had done it, had done excellent work. The surface glowed with the kind of shine that only a master craftsman could evoke, bringing out the rich wood grain. He looked at Shirley and said, “I’m afraid to use it.”She laughed and said, “I have to get back before one of the drunks tries to pick up.