unusual. She had short black
hair and very fair skin, with freckles on her nose. She was
tall, with long slim legs, but she had an almost matronly figure
compared to the rest of us. That was back in the days before
American girls were all fat. This girl had fat, but it was all
on her hips and her chest. Her breasts were so big that they
wobbled. And one of my dormitory roommates, I never fancied her,
but I thought she had lovely breasts. Her nipples were a rose
pink color."
She paused, as
James began to shift about on the bench. He had an erection, she
noticed with interest. He cleared his throat and turned to pick
up the now-cold cigar and slip it back into its tube. "I'd
better get you back to your flat," he said, standing up and
holding his jacket in front of him. She put her blazer back on
and they turned to leave. "But for the record," he said,
wrapping an arm about her as they set out on the path, "Your
friend June doesn't know what she's about. Your tits are just
right."
7.Pappy Channels Socrates
"I've fallen in
love, Pappy." Her father, Lionel Livingston, was a youthful
seventy-two years old, and they had always been close. She wrote
him letters and called a couple of times a month on Sundays,
since he refused to use Skype and still had not fully reconciled
himself to email.
There was a
silence on the other end of the line as he digested this, and
then, sounding pleased, he said, "That's the first time I've
ever heard you say that, Laura. I'm happy for you. What kind of
a man is he?"
She gave him an
edited version of how she and James had met and their outings to
date. Then she heard a click as her mother Joan picked up the
extension. She'd obviously guessed the tenor of the conversation
and didn't want to miss it.
"You met
someone!" she said. "Is he marriage material?"
Laura sighed.
This was a familiar conversation. "Neither of us is interested
in marriage, Mom," she said. "And even if we were, it could
never work because we have jobs on opposite sides of the
Atlantic."
"Laura, there is
something you may not have thought of. You could quit your job
and move to England to be with him. That's what women used to do
in my day when they fell in love."
"It's out of the
question, Mom. Love or no love, I'm not going to give up my
career for a man, and I wouldn't respect any man who asked me to
do that." The chances of her landing any academic job in
England, much less one comparable to her tenured professorship
in Pennsylvania, were vanishingly small. She had a good
reputation in her field, but not that good.
"Joanie, my
love, I want to talk to Laura. Do you mind?" he said.
"All right. I
have to fix your father's dinner anyway. But give some thought
to what I said, dear." She hung up. Hope sprang eternal in
Joan's mind when it came to marrying off her daughter. She was
probably already planning a winter wedding and calculating
whether Laura might still have a few viable eggs in her ovaries,
even at the age of forty-three.
"Pappy, I'm
scared. I have to leave here in a few months, and I don't know
what's going to happen. And I don't really know about James.
Someone I trust told me that he was 'a decent man' but that I
shouldn't get mixed up with him."
"And what do you
think of his character?"
"I think he works
in a field where you only succeed by being unscrupulous. I think
he's no saint. And I'm afraid that when it's over, I'll be hurt.
But I can't help loving him anyway. I barely know him, yet it
feels like something deeper than a physical attraction-- though
that's certainly present," she said, wondering if this was too
much information for her father.
"Laura, do you
remember when Cecily died, and how painful it was for you?"
Pappy asked.
"Of course."
Laura had been a very introverted child with few
hair and very fair skin, with freckles on her nose. She was
tall, with long slim legs, but she had an almost matronly figure
compared to the rest of us. That was back in the days before
American girls were all fat. This girl had fat, but it was all
on her hips and her chest. Her breasts were so big that they
wobbled. And one of my dormitory roommates, I never fancied her,
but I thought she had lovely breasts. Her nipples were a rose
pink color."
She paused, as
James began to shift about on the bench. He had an erection, she
noticed with interest. He cleared his throat and turned to pick
up the now-cold cigar and slip it back into its tube. "I'd
better get you back to your flat," he said, standing up and
holding his jacket in front of him. She put her blazer back on
and they turned to leave. "But for the record," he said,
wrapping an arm about her as they set out on the path, "Your
friend June doesn't know what she's about. Your tits are just
right."
7.Pappy Channels Socrates
"I've fallen in
love, Pappy." Her father, Lionel Livingston, was a youthful
seventy-two years old, and they had always been close. She wrote
him letters and called a couple of times a month on Sundays,
since he refused to use Skype and still had not fully reconciled
himself to email.
There was a
silence on the other end of the line as he digested this, and
then, sounding pleased, he said, "That's the first time I've
ever heard you say that, Laura. I'm happy for you. What kind of
a man is he?"
She gave him an
edited version of how she and James had met and their outings to
date. Then she heard a click as her mother Joan picked up the
extension. She'd obviously guessed the tenor of the conversation
and didn't want to miss it.
"You met
someone!" she said. "Is he marriage material?"
Laura sighed.
This was a familiar conversation. "Neither of us is interested
in marriage, Mom," she said. "And even if we were, it could
never work because we have jobs on opposite sides of the
Atlantic."
"Laura, there is
something you may not have thought of. You could quit your job
and move to England to be with him. That's what women used to do
in my day when they fell in love."
"It's out of the
question, Mom. Love or no love, I'm not going to give up my
career for a man, and I wouldn't respect any man who asked me to
do that." The chances of her landing any academic job in
England, much less one comparable to her tenured professorship
in Pennsylvania, were vanishingly small. She had a good
reputation in her field, but not that good.
"Joanie, my
love, I want to talk to Laura. Do you mind?" he said.
"All right. I
have to fix your father's dinner anyway. But give some thought
to what I said, dear." She hung up. Hope sprang eternal in
Joan's mind when it came to marrying off her daughter. She was
probably already planning a winter wedding and calculating
whether Laura might still have a few viable eggs in her ovaries,
even at the age of forty-three.
"Pappy, I'm
scared. I have to leave here in a few months, and I don't know
what's going to happen. And I don't really know about James.
Someone I trust told me that he was 'a decent man' but that I
shouldn't get mixed up with him."
"And what do you
think of his character?"
"I think he works
in a field where you only succeed by being unscrupulous. I think
he's no saint. And I'm afraid that when it's over, I'll be hurt.
But I can't help loving him anyway. I barely know him, yet it
feels like something deeper than a physical attraction-- though
that's certainly present," she said, wondering if this was too
much information for her father.
"Laura, do you
remember when Cecily died, and how painful it was for you?"
Pappy asked.
"Of course."
Laura had been a very introverted child with few
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