”“Are you saying you’re old and jaded?” Al asked.Dexter sighed, “I remember when I was in college. Some of our professors used to talk about... how we would start having thirty hour work weeks, because technology would allow us to accomplish in thirty hours, what used to take forty hours. They said our increases in productivity would lead to increases in leisure time. I actually believed that garbage.“I looked forward to working six hours a day, or four days a week. I thought the arts would really. She just now ran up to her room to sob some more. She hasn’t stopped being melancholy since it all happened,” she said. “I’m at my wits end trying to get her to a place where she can at least accept things and be patient and wait for him to get out. The lawyer said most like six or seven years.” He nodded.“I think that figures to be about right if he stays out of trouble while he’s in there,” he said.“You know, my telling her what’s what isn’t doing it. Maybe you...” she said, and stopped. She. She felt a little shy and did not know how to react. But she did not object. I kept this going with each bite of ice cream, and finally, she was comfortable to kiss me back. That was a good enough signal.We quickly finished the bowl of ice cream, and I hugged her while sitting. The heat was building up. Slowly our lips were getting closer and closer. I could not take it anymore and placed my lips on hers. We continued kissing for about 15 minutes and took a break.There was an awkward silence. One day i came home early from the job, i heard that she was showering - she was always home in the day time cause she had got a job as bartender at a small bar. I walked in to the living room, turning on the TV, when she suddently came out of the bathroom all naked. i looked for a short second and then turned my head away, not knowing how to react. She walked over to her bedroom door and then turned around and said something like: "like what you saw?" I responded with a short laugh and did not.