Oh, the things I’d let him do to me. I watch him move with ease as he rounds the corner of his desk and sits into his chair. The chair is the same l...eather chair Stacy has in her office, but it looks ultimately smaller with his large sculpted frame leaned into it. I feel the sudden urge to straddle him in that chair and smash my lips down onto his, all the while running my fingers through his thick black hair to keep him under me. At the moment I wouldn’t even care that we would be on full. ”“Tea, coffee?” Michiko interjected.“Black tea, please.”“Do you know what White wrote?”“About?”“I would like to believe in the myth that we grow wiser with age. In a sense my disbelief is wisdom. Those of a middle generation, if charitable or sentimental, subscribe to the wisdom myth, while the callous see us as dispensable objects, like broken furniture or dead flowers. For the young we scarcely exist unless we are unavoidable members of the same family, farting, slobbering, perpetually. This was the reason for me not writing sooner, as I was in the coma like sleep for five weeks.Complications arose and the Professor had me moved to a swing room where Nurses, pretty ones, kept watch over me until all vital signs became stable. Professor Beaker came to visit me several times each day. He would check my vitals and then did what AI thought was quite odd, he measured my toes, feet, and shins.I felt fine, better than fine, excited, the nurses were arousing me, and my given task was. . I do love you.When Jennifer didn't answer right away, Shelly said, "I know you don't feel the same way about me, but you will."When Jennifer arrived home that evening she felt like everything was going to work out. There were a still a lot of tricky issues that needed to be dealt with but things had a way of working out for the best. Jennifer felt as good about herself as she had in years. She felt desirable and loved. She no longer cared what other people thought.She and Jimmy had dinner.