And I was gone.When I got back, Des asked how things had gone. Shirl was off registering. "Just great," I told him. "By the way, have you registered?"... Not yet. I haven't the money." You don't need money. CSIRO will pay. Do you know with whom I should talk at the bursar's office?" No idea. Shirl will know, though. She'll be back about one." Fine. Want a quick lunch?"Shirl was in when we got back. "Are you registered?" Yes." How did you pay?" I put it on my bank card." Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Didn't. By touch alone I reach out and reciprocate, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin, finding her little nipple and rubbing it with my thumb, feeling it harden to a little point.As if reading each others thoughts our hands are soon between each others legs, touching and exploring each other's hairless slit. Our mouths are still locked together and our tongues still perform their dance as fingers stroke and explore, arousal drawing forth our juices to lubricate questing fingertips. Our breath. You admit that you were right in there with the boys for a time. Then, reaching upward, you ask me if I would be disappointed if you let your hair down. “Oh, no, not at all,” I emphatically respond, “your hair is what first caught my attention, in that crowd, I mean, and I have been kind of curious...well, I did notice you earlier in the day, after lunch, and, yes, please, you have quite the great genes, er, with such lush hair.” Again, I worry I am piling it on too thick, which for me makes. .. he’s been through so much, Charles. By the way, class, since there isn’t much work to do after the finals, I’ve decided to have you all write a single equation that amounts to the number sixty-nine. I don’t count how you get there, just do and turn it in by Friday, and you all get As. Except for Charles, who gets an A plus, because he has to work with daylight sapping him,” Camille didn’t even flinch at my use of her given name.“You seem to be in a better mood, in spite of that,” I observed.