Moving closer to him I slide my hand under the table and rest it high on his thigh. “I find you so attractive.” I whisper. “You are incredibly...sexy too.” Looking down at his hand starting to caress my thigh I notice a white line on his ring finger. I ignore the feeling that gives me and allow him to caress me. Finishing my drink and standing I say “Will you order me another while I go freshen up?” “Sure, Babe.” ‘I can’t believe I am really doing this. Will I be able to go through with it?’ . Sylvia, was an old-fashioned woman in her late 60s. Mrs. Sylvia was a no-nonsense type, and didn't believe in coddling her students. She often showed impatience with Alice's shyness and thought the best way to overcome things was facing them head-on instead of hiding from them.In addition to Mrs. Sylvia, there was also her fellow classmates. While Alice wasn't the type to make enemies, she did attract a certain number of bullies who loved to torment her. It just so happened that all of her. "Come, we have to go visit you charges."I grasp his out stretched hands."Why bother," I am dishearten by the lack of progress I am making with them."You need to be consistent, They need that," his eyes tender, as he looks at me.Was he talking about me. I don't need healing. No, really I don't. I am as healthy as a horse with a broken leg.Nimrod gives one last look before he leaves me to deliver the note. I see to my so called charges. They are the same. Skittish, uncommunicative and frightened.. ” Bev was doing her best to cheer me up a little. “Maybe you’re right, I don’t know, we’ll see. I will stop at the house tonight and talk to the girls.” “Okay, thanks Dan. Please, hang in there. You’re a great guy, I know she’s out there Dan.” Later that day I headed for my former house. The car guided through the suburban streets like it remembered the way. I pulled into the drive, sat in my car and just sighed to myself. One by one it seemed like parts of my old life were being chipped.