’ ‘That problem I was telling you about just went away. Matt, this is my mom Wendy McNeil and my uncle Mike.’ Handshakes all around. ‘Mom, can... Matt join us for lunch? Do you have time, Matt?’ I checked my watch. ‘My next class is at three.’ Her mom’s voice matched her appearance. ‘Please join us, Matt.’ We ended up at a restaurant across town. Not a place I had ever gone on a student budget. ‘Should I ask what happened?’ Mrs. McNeil spoke. ‘We just met with the president of the University.. Two Days Later…The ThoughtI’m sitting across the café table from Julien. He is a professional escort to upscale women living and visiting Paris. He is tall, fit, and handsome, with tan skin signifying his North African heritage. Julien is 26 and has been with the “Q” agency for one year. He is an expert lover, experienced in all forms of erotic pleasure that might fancy his female clients. Let me explain how I came to meet him.I had called Q’s phone number that was listed on the card my Italian. ..it was just...just part of...” He searched for the right words, failed and ended lamely with, “...all this.”, waving vaguely around them. “I thought you liked saying it. Or having me say it. I never thought you’d… Jane, I’m so sorry...” He was looking down, but she was astonished to see unshed tears in his eyes. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and she murmured, just loudly enough to reach his ear, “I did like it...tonight. But that first time, in the girls’ bathroom… You were. Mr. Oldham disregarded her and turned his full attention to me. "What made you divert your attention from the reading list I developed for you Sammy?"I had no reason, not one that would be acceptable to Mr. Oldham in his present state of mind. I hesitated, trying to think of something to say that would appease him. "I'm going to read everything on the list Sir." That does not answer my question, does it?" I had never seen Mr. Oldham react this way to something I said before, not even when I.