.. speaking into her wristwatch.Naturally, Mom appeared in front of her ... it's good to be the Princess. "Yes, Dear?" May I please go with Auntie And...e?"Too turned to Andrea, "Auntie?" Well," Andrea held up her left hand and the rings got oooh'd and aah'd over. "He finally made a fallen woman out of me." She grinned at David ... David grinned back."You know what she's like," Too said. She was referring to Junior.As a simple refresher ... Junior is Wendolyn Elizabeth Wanzor Austin III. She is. I knew she was on campus on Thursday evenings for the upcoming double block, and I also knew that she often neglected to lock her office.I pushed the door open partially and slipped in. Empty. There was a standing lamp in the corner, and just as the door at the top of the stairs opened behind me, I briefly flicked it on and off. In about ten seconds, he entered the office. I was already kneeling on the floor in front of the desk. He took two tentative steps forward. My outstretched hand caught. His favorite day was Easter. He enjoyed dressing in his Easterfinest, hiding eggs for the kids on find, chatting with his friends inchurch, and enjoying ham on this annual rebirth of spring. Alas, timewas not on George's side. Now in his seventies, he felt his best yearswere behind him. He feared his next Easter would be his last. And afterbeing diagnosed as a diabetic at age 68, George could no longer eat theEaster candy he enjoyed growing up. Despondent, he hoped and prayed thathe could enjoy. .And smiled. Wow this was new. I was stumped. Now what is that supposed to mean? Anyway, i decided to pursue my instincts. I had not planned anything and was already regretting it. I offered her a soft drink and sat down in the chair opposite her. She was sitting on the sofa.Somehow i needed an excuse to sit besides her on the sofa. Once there i knew i could make my moves with relative ease. Meanwhile i continued talking normal stuff with her absent mindedly. And finally a breakthrough! She.