"I thought all you journalists were alcoholics?" Only on Saturday nights. Right, so what can you tell me Michelle?" What would you like to know?"He ra...sed his eyebrow at this and took a drink of tea, pulling a face at the taste, then put the mug down."Got anywhere to stay tonight?" Your wife must be a very understanding woman Tom."He laughed loudly at this."The paper will sort you out with a hotel for a couple of nights. Might I suggest that you lay low for a few days, at least until Sunday had. It was in the boiler room. Calvin just plodded along at his pace. It was like following a brontosaurus. To get to the boiler room we had to go downstairs to the basement of the school.Calvin turned on the lights and led me down the stairs. The head custodian’s office was there, a large desk back in a small room. Calvin sat there as I worked. The chair creaked under his bulk. A small restroom was there as well. After a few minutes Calvin got up and went into the restroom. Where he stood I could. Thanks to my jerk of a boyfriend; or should I say, ex-boyfriend.I should've seen the signs the night before but instead, I'm here on the road, alone and waiting for a ride to the festival my boyfriend was supposed to accompany me.This is what I get for being spontaneous and a better girlfriend. Should've seen it coming. Damn it.I mean, last night was good. at the beginning at least. But I just wish I could forget the way he grins when he wants something... The way he kisses me while caressing. Thinking of the days of her youth, the answer would come to her: 'What he lacks in experience, I'll bet he makes up for in youthful stamina. Remember the days when we used to make love for hours at a time?' But, she seldom saw him outside the store; so that made it easy to rationalize it as a harmless fantasy that was never going to happen anyway.On this particular morning, she had awakened from a particularly vivid dream about slowly stripping while her young lover watched, then leading him to.