It seemed he’d become aware of what she was reading. The train began to move again, and he looked directly at her. Embarrassed and annoyed, she trie...d to keep her focus on the tablet through several stops.She looked at him with her peripheral vision. He was cute: tall, chiseled features, a neatly trimmed beard, and a small earring.Did he really see the hot content? she asked herself. The possibility intrigued her. For the next few minutes they played a cat-and-mouse game with their glances.“Now. This led to the desired fluent transition from co-eds to housewives. They year after saw the coming of the second child and from that moment it was in fact a Barbie-family, with the course of life for every member determined: model-fathers, model-mothers and model-children. There were however exceptions to the rule. There were occasions were doll-families where, with both kids thirteen and twelve, suddenly drastic changes occurred. The parents then were both thirty-five and by some mysterious. "She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her cigarette into an ashtray and standing up."Life's for the taking Paulo." She said in a quiet voice before looking him in the eyes with what could have been a challenge. "Now shall we go?"It was a good session. The men where energetic and reasonably inventive and all three managed to keep going throughout the rest of the afternoon. Yet in spite of it, there was still the all too familiar feeling that something was missing, an element of. After oversleeping on the first day of school and sleepwalking my way to my second day, my academic career wasn't off to a great start.And so it was that my peripheral vision wasn't in focus when I walked into a small classroom. A familiar voice called out, "Hey! David!"Right in front of me, Amber was sitting at a desk chair in the third row. My head was thick as molasses and I slowly wandered over, found the desk chair next to her, and then sank down like a sack of bricks."Wow, you look like.