. that is? Now that was a question I really didn't want to ask myself. Denial, I think, wouldn't let me think that way.The swelling in Thelma's ankle ...didn't go down overnight as the doctor had hoped. To me it looked like it was swollen much more than it had been the previous day. When the nurse told me that it could take as much as a week to go down, I thought I'd better import some assistance at home, before the girls went down with food poisoning or started to show signs of malnutrition from. Every time she enters the lecture room, I get butterflies in my stomach. Watching her setting up the lecture with the projector, giving out the handouts, walking past me, her eyes looking on me. I don't even have to look, but she's making me feel things that I cannot describe. I have never left this before. Throughout the lecture, I keep my eyes on her, never leaving her. I'm absolutely fascinated by her beauty each and every time I see her. Her amazing figure, her hair, her eyes, her skin, her. But I maintained a safe distance between us.Actually, I was not getting sleep and was getting dirty thoughts. I was aroused to the core by her closeness. After a few minutes, I tapped her shoulder. She turned around and looked at me. I said your hairs are on my face. She said oh sorry and changed her sleeping position facing me.She pushed her hairs back. As she did I looked at her wonderful melons. They were incredible. She saw me staring at them. She folded her hands and slept that pushed her. His mother had been human and that's what he was and none of those old slum rats could tell him otherwise. He had gotten out of there and he had forged his own path in the world.His path had brought him here. The little scaly people here were wary of humans. Thugs had been here. Humans had caused them much grief and had turned their friendly and welcoming society into one of mistrust and prejudice. They watched him with their large eyes carefully narrowed, whispering behind his back as he.