"Aids," he said quietly, " stage three of one of the new drug resistant strains. I guess I wasn't as careful as I thought. Guys aren't supposed to get... it from girls you know. Wouldn't you know I'd be one of the exceptions." Oh Jeremy..." she cried."Ah, ah, please save me the sorrow and pity. Mom and Dad wrote me off, so I sat down and thought, who would I most like to see one more time?"She hugged him to her, but he began coughing uncontrollably, spitting up blood."Pneumonia," he finally. Finally, he looked up…saw me…smiled, said: “Oh yes Sherry…I almost forgot. Come in and close the door. I closed the door and walked to his little desk. We were alone and I wondered about it all. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry is about love and affection.” I was blushing and felt a thrill. I didn’t know why.Mr. Emerson opened a book on his desk and motioned me over beside him. I was breathing. Generally, the first run was about 7am, then 11am, 2pm, 5pm and 8pm. It made for long days, but other than making the runs, the rest of the day was my own.Other than the intense heat, the only other hard aspect of the job was being away from my wife for 10 days straight. Ginger and I had only been married for two years and 10 days apart seemed like an eternity. When my stint was up, I couldn’t drive home fast enough to hold her in my arms and smother her with love. I made friends with a. ... and a naughty thought came to mind. I'd torture the man, I decided. I'd open my legs and subtly raise my dress a few inches at a time as we continued through the semi-darkness. He'd get what he wanted but it wouldn't be nearly as easy to see as he'd like.I shifted in my seat and very deftly pulled at the back of the dress to raise it farther up. Although I intended to raise it just a few inches, the first tugging I gave it resulted in at least six inches of leg being exposed. Not.