But his skin was pretty dark and he always gave me the feeling he was some kind of foreigner. It wasn't just suntan. He wasn't white anyplace! He didn...'t have a whole lot of hair on his body, either. He had real thick, black hair on his head--all wavy and greasy. But not very much on his chest or belly. But it was like a forest at his crotch! God! Black and thick and curly and as stiff-looking as horse hair! And so much on his balls I could hardly see any skin at all! And a big, dark, gleaming. "Leslie shuffled through her deck of note cards and pulled one out and set it on the table so I could read it. The card read Please. Then she went through the cards again and dug out another one laying it on top of the other one. I promise to pay you back, the next card said. I smiled at her as she frantically rifledthrough her cards looking for the one she wanted. She dropped that card on the table and it read, Eat my lunch box.I didn't wait for her to keep going. "My pleasure," was all I. I dare say you won't receive the same guidance at home that we've given you here. But John's your guardian, not me." I'm going to miss you Aunt Suzanne," I said and watched her blush."Don't be a smart ass," she answered, giving me a poke on the arm.We had to wait an hour for Mr. Oldham to join us and he arrived early. Suzanne gushed about how well I played that day. The conversation turned to business during dinner. Mr. Oldham wanted a progress report from me on my job at his office, my. He was a doctor, and we met when we were in University. I was in nursing, and he in medicine. He wanted nothing more than to be a doctor, and when I finished my degree, we got married, and I worked while he finished his degree." "You put him through school then." It's not what it seems, it's easy to do, when you love someone, and we loved each other. He was kind, and gentle, and tender. He was a wonderful physician. His patients loved him. He had a large practice, and I worked.