" Man, how am I going to fucking explain this," Sonia said. She was soupset she was ignoring Nicholas."Alright, that's enough. Stop using the word 'fu...ck' now." "I'm sorry," Sonia said. Then she smiled, leaned over his desk andcontinued, "I just need some private tutoring." I think tutoring is a good idea."Sonia sat on his desk, crossed her legs. Her skirt rose up a little."Teach me."Nicholas grabbed some paper and started working one of the problems onpaper. Sonia leaned in, showing her. She felt I was… clingy. I tried to make space for her. She wanted to do this dancing thing, dancing for men naked in clubs, and I let her. I just asked her to promise me she would not fall in love with some nightclub woman… “ She laughed ruefully. “And what can I say? She kept her promise!” I listened respectfully. This was a story I knew all too well. Affection fading, the loved one slipping away… “And you have no idea why this, this change is happening? Why she is no longer… so, er,. I was a boy, only s*******n, coming out of adolescence and in my first relationship. Admittedly I selected this particular partner because of her reputation for promiscuity. It started with some hardcore making out and wandering hands, mostly mine. She had golden blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was 5' 7'', roughly 115 pounds, C breasts. She let my hands wonder. Under the powder blue sweater she wore that October evening, around the lime green bra, unsnapping it as I pass and fondling her. That didn't mean that it was good, just that they served the acceptable food all day."Hello, I'm Sylvia Porter. I have a 11:15 appointment," I said to the receptionist who tried to look like a nurse. The clerk needed to wear a scrub suit, like I needed to wear the military garb, which I still wore."Hello Miss Porter, would you fill out these forms." she said handing me a dollar store clipboard."Sure why not, I had to fill out those same forms while I was bleeding out in the emergency room," I.