There was a wrongness about this and a transgressiveness that was a deep part of the very fabric of this relationship at this point. Maybe we could ha...ve done it in a car, or behind a dumpster, or in some basement boiler room, but that's the way it had to be, furtive, secretive, perverse and illicit. My office would do nicely. As an adjunct instructor at Crane, I didn't have my own office. I had a desk in an office used by two other, full-time instructors but that was all right. No one was. "Make sure you're home tonight," Lucas told me, "Don't make any arrangements. It will be worth the sacrifice."THAT NIGHTAnother hour passed as I sat on the couch, waiting. It was already dark, I'd turned down two other good friends, they both looked at me like I had a screw loose. Several times I turned on the television, but I was worried there would be something good on and I'd only see the first half.I could wait.The doorbell rang! Lucas must have finally gotten up off his ass and decided to. The car turned swiftly into a courtyard that was completely enclosed, presumably before the next move could be noticed. Jeremy swapped clothes and stepped out of the Rolls-Royce where there was another car waiting for them, a plain one without any markings on it. The pair got into the back seat and Hameez got behind the wheel."You know where to go Hameez."The eunuch just bowed his head and drove off."I will be playing the part of a dutiful wife or mistress for this part of the subterfuge; you. It doesn’t seem to work that way however. I appear to amuse them for some reason. That early afternoon as I was making my final preparations for our night of community improvement via the aid of a jolly good fire, I had the sudden notion that I ought to be offering my own prayers to the nearby shrine, located right at the south end of the Ormsbridge. Refusing to bullied or intimidated, I acted with my usual contrariness and willfully instead pilfered a ripe apple that had been placed into the.