As they walked into the cafeteria, a number of students, mostly boys, started reaching for Jennifer. She pressed up close to him and he put his arm ar...ound her shoulders. "Back off," he snarled."Hey man, this is a touching zone," one boy said."She's with me. It's in the rules." Paul knew there was no such rule but he didn't think anyone would challenge him. He turned back to Jennifer. "Let's get some hot dogs. It will be easier."The two of them got in line and asked for the alternative meal of. She was smartly dressed in a long sleeved white blouse, a crisp black vest and perfectly pressed black slacks. Her braided hair reached below her shoulders; the ends whimsically tied to white beads. Her rimless glasses gave her a professorial look, her unblemished face smooth with a rich brown tone. She smiled as she saw me approach. “Hey there mister…You are certainly up late tonight,” she mused. “Yep, my girlfriend is sick in bed and I just woke up,” I continued, “I am going to go for a. I had just ended a ten year relationship and been sexually active for more than 20 years and never once did it occur to me that I am not average. Even when partners would comment on my penis I assumed they were only trying to get me more excited and turned on.Although we met many years ago we were really only vicarious friends whose social circles only over lapped ever so often and so we really didn't know a whole lot about each other. Well I didn't know as much about her as she did about me as. She was so bright, so acutely smart."I think it's because of you," Claire said, adding quickly when she saw my shocked expression, "Not your fault, Sebastian. I think she's too infatuated with you and has no room left for school work."Lunch arrived. It was eaten mindlessly as we discussed Keira. Claire was very concerned. She'd tried talking to Keira just to be brushed off."You need to talk to her, Sebastian," Claire said. "Please?" Absolutely," I agreed. "But how?"A long discussion ensued..