She was a cute dog, and a family dog, but we’d never been particularly close. She belonged to my sister, Cynthia. Maybe that was reversed, and Cynth...a belonged to Buttercup. If you saw one, you invariably saw the other.It’s odd to ascribe such motivations to a dog, but I think that we took each other for granted. When I moved to my dorm room in Queens, she was forlorn. I was told how she’d moped around for days and eventually pulled one of my shirts off the hanger in my closet and kept it on. After a pleasant afternoon, sitting and getting to know one another, Ang asked Paul to show John around the bar and club. An hour later after having a couple of beers at the bar, they returned to the apartment. Angel and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea.Paul couldn't quite put his finger on it; but it seemed that the atmosphere had become more pleasant, and that his future mother-in-law was more attentive and interested in what he was saying. That evening,. "Humph ... well... ?" the President of the Board fumed, not having an answer."Our Daughters and our Nephews will be starting here next year. They are also all Senior Masters, and if they decide not to stay here to teach, there are at least eight other Universities that will be glad to hire them as soon as they graduate if not sooner. The same goes for our Sons and their Wives."You 'Gentlemen' are free to do as you please. Go ahead, cut your own throats. Any of us can be teaching at any. Her night school teacher on the other hand; an adulterous philanderer who was only interested in himself, glibly making promises he couldn’t keep; he could convince her because his voice came from lust not love. He didn’t keep his promises, but the damage he did was awful.She told me later that she’d refused him at first, but lust can energise persistence. He kept it up, and protected from the possibility of pregnancy by her hysterectomy, she gave in and enjoyed it. I knew nothing about it when.