But before she could keep castigating herself, Ada appeared with a stack of bath towels. She was also naked, the column of towels held up in front of ...her body, concealing most of the delectable parts."Well, aren't you going to get in?" she asked Laura. "You're wasting my hot water." Oh. Of course."Laura opened the shower stall door and stepped inside, leaving it open a crack for Ada. A moment later, Ada too stepped inside, pulling the glass door shut behind her. Laura's knees grew suddenly weak. There being two of them ... but, you ... will ... not ... obstruct ... them ... with ... petty ... bullshit. The two of them are smarter than half the professors on campus.'(Rumor being Kathy Nugent ... Deans secretary. Ms Nugent had a genius of her own to deal with. Dr. Gnocchi didn't like geniuses.)He still didn't want to deal with us and asked that we be assigned a younger more personal adviser.Somehow, we managed. There we were stuck in freshman classes simply because Dr. Gnocchi didn't. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown gentleman.Writing this, is the third time I cry in ten minutes. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic. In my head I ran through clever and interesting things to say that at the very second after their delivery would have him scooping me up in his arms and declaring his love. Get it together, Cal, you are not a Disney princess. In the end, he thanked me for being his bitch and I went home feeling sullied and disappointed that I didn’t get a marriage proposal. I didn’t go to college to get my MRS degree. I got it to make enough money to buy a new car, still working on that, and stay out of my.