She found herself wondering what went through his mind in those moments. He seemed to be studying her, and then he was studying the menu. She in turn ...studied hers, but she had no idea what she read there because she continued thinking about painting her toenails that morning, how she normally sent him a quick photo of the new color but today had refrained. They were a deep maroon color. She had chosen the boots with a higher heel because they made her feel more sexy and elongated her already. I spent part of my time looking up contact information for Harvard's Registrar Office, and another chuck of time thinking about pushing electrons in wires. About fifteen minutes before the period ended, I slipped out of the library and headed over to the deserted physics lab.I was in luck. The door was unlocked. There was a nice multi-meter on a lab bench there, locked down so nobody could walk off with it but still usable. I grabbed a 4.7 k- ohm resister and a short piece of medium-gauge. She stared at me for a second and returned the favour with a smooch. She told me she liked me from college and we kissed each other passionately.I grabbed her waist and caressed her back as we smooched and then, I pushed her back and kissed her as I came on top of her. Next I grabbed her thighs and began pushing her waist against mine.I asked her if she was open for sex and she said, yes.We smooched for a while and I started talking about our sex talks that we used to have in our college days.. Becca left it for the time being. Mary had not behaved in the same way a month earlier and her moodiness persisted.Steven had become personally involved in a case and was doing a lot of his own sleuthing. Becca hated it. She did not know what it was about. Steven was rigorous in defending his clients' confidentiality but he assured her that there was no threat of violence. Nevertheless, Becca hated not having him around and insisted on him taking a thermos of soup and two sandwiches with him.