Cigars are great for subtle hints way more subtle than eggplants. So he gave me a wink, he knew what we both wanted, but I was not sure if it was goin... to be the same as the last time. I went to his study at night and the room was empty. I am a curious person, I have been since I was bi-curious as a teen. I looked through his desk & noticed very vintage photos of him & his wife. Blonde, pink skinned, my guessing, Australian. I left everything intact & went back into the guest room, hoping. You will show me your face contort in passion, your eyes close, your mouth opens. You will show me that you can barely stand, your knees growing weak. You will let me see your body heave after your release, hear you gasping for breath.You will massage your satisfied pussy for a moment. You will feel the slick wetness there. You will put two fingers inside and collect the juice on them. You will come closer to me, and let me see the juice shining on your fingers. You will put your fingers in my. " At the time, I was looking around, and realized that the academia route was one I would probably run into problems with. The offer came at a perfect time. Still, if I hadn't run into Jerry in Houston and set all of this in motion, I'd probably still be slugging it out at Hopkins. Spend a few years after getting my doctorate building up my CV, then look for a faculty position--though I'd guess you know how that goes as well as I do." You make me sound like some old established prof." You're on. The funeral was held in small room, a few rows of pews before the plinth and the simple urn, that contained Dad's ashes, sat on. A huge photo of my dad, from when he was young and still fit, not the fat alcoholic he became, sat on a easel. Only a few people showed up, my uncle Aaron, dad's older brother, his wife Dee, and Dad's poker bodies. The minister stepped up in his black shirt and starched white collar and read from scripture. I didn't hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad.