’ As soon as I said it, I realized what my words implied. ‘Hmmmmm, are you asking me out on a date?’ She asked. ‘If that idea appeals to you, ...es, if not, then you completely read what I said incorrectly,’ I replied with a smile. ‘You’ll have to ask me to find out,’ she replied coyly, before adding, ‘but keep in mind where your dick is rightnow.’ Feeling confident she was as interested in me as I was as interested in her, I asked, ‘Professor Wallace, are you available Saturday night?’ ‘For a. Her mom went into the bathroom, cleaned Cassie up and carried her out. Cassie reached for me and I took her in my arms. She put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and whispered "Thank you, Uncle Jim. I feel much better now."I suggested to Susan that we lay Cassie down in one of the spare bedrooms and let her take a nap for a while. Susan agreed, so I carried Cassie down the hallway and into what had been my daughter's room when she was growing up. I laid her on the canopy bed and covered. Sofia only released my hand long enough for me to buy my ticket and slide it into the machine that would stamp the time on it. When we sat down, she sat very close to me, our shoulders and legs touching. My feelings for her from two years ago flooded into my mind.“How long are you in Göteborg?” Sofia asked.“Until a week from Saturday. I had to change my plans a bit because Kara’s dad died unexpectedly last week and I need to be with her. She insisted that I come, but I cut a couple of weeks off. Send them to college... It allsounded like a lot of work, with no guarantee that I would be able toachieve all those things.If I stayed here, I would have a free place to live, free food, freeclothing, even if it might not be the clothing of my choice. I'd have nomoney, but my master and mistress would probably buy me anything I trulyneeded. I could be the maid of Blackthwaite House. I wouldn't have to goto college. I wouldn't have to join the corporate rat race.I didn't know what to think.