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the last five years or so, he was rarely there. In fact. I

couldn't recall the last time. After he entered, he just

stood looking around at everything, drinking it all in as if he wanted to lock it forever and ever in his memory, memorize each and every detail. He smiled when he saw that I had put the picture he had drawn

for me as a birthday present right over my bed. "What?"

"Didn't anyone complain about your putting

that up?"

"No, and besides, this is my room and I'm

proud of that picture and want it as prominent as can

be," I said.

I saw how his eves warmed.

"You can have the desk chair," I said and sat on

my bed. We were down to my dictating a mock exam

for him and his answering the questions. I flipped

through his books and papers. sprawling out

comfortably, and began.

I was wearing a skirt and a blouse and had my

hair down. Harley hovered over his paper and started,

but periodically he turned and looked at me. While he

worked I read some of my own material. so I didn't

know how long he was looking at me. Soon. I began

to feel his eves on me. I looked up quickly and saw

how he was staring.

What I hadn't realized was my top three blouse

buttons had come undone and with the angle I was at, I guess I was revealing as much of my bosom as I might had I been lying there in my swimming suit. I didn't want to be so obvious about it. and I didn't want him to feel he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. but I sat up quickly and pressed my palm

against my blouse.

"What?" I finally asked, "You can't be done

already?"

"It was easier downstairs being interrupted." he

said. "Why?"

"I was afraid to do anything but concentrate on

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