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