He kissed her.“That was pretty good, wasn’t it? I just hope it will do some good. We’re doing this more to find out about her mother than that I... hope Carol can bond with her. I’m not sure that Mrs. Finch can connect with Carol.”“Why do you say that? And why do you want Carol and her mother to talk in the living room.”“I can’t tell you right now. It’s got something to do with one of the skeletons in my closet. I promise I’ll try to tell you soon.” He kissed her on the nose. “I just wish you and. ‘You didn’t hit me, did you’ Alex reached out and touched his face ‘and anyway, I’m the one who should be apologising here. I realise that you were just looking out for me. You come back to find me crying and Jamie standing there, and I realise what you think of him. I mean, I’ve thought it too before now. And you really have been the best friend I ever had, could ever wish for. You helped me pick up the pieces and get my life back together and, well that gives you a right to know what was. I scanned the page again and found a passage that seemed to speak to me:"Allen was a pathetic man who wanted nothing more than to be a sissy. Hetried his best to hide his perverted desires, wearing lingerie under hisboring, ugly suit."I felt something strange happening to my body after I read that sentence.I felt something tightly wrapped against my chest and I realized that Iwas feeling the red bra pressing against me. I shifted uncomfortably inmy chair and felt the red silk panties rub. This was the last day of the semester, and he needed this grade badly!Cynthia instead was stunned. "Ten seconds? You will give him a zero for ten seconds?" she asked incredulously."Yes, I will. There are so many papers to grade; I have no problem rejecting one. And now you may go."Cynthia gasped. "You're using it as an excuse to have less work? Ten seconds? I can't believe it! You are unable to remember any name of any student you teach, you can't explain anything, and now you are trying to.