It was suggested last week that since it will be the second week of class, therefore ending early, that T (the teacher) and I have a little rendezvous between classes.

Hummm.... tempting.

This is the kind of man that will be sexy until the the day he dies. Charisma abounds tied up tightly. Very Sean Connery.

He has the fatal combination of silver hair and tanned-ness smooth skin. Long, almost waist-length silver hair. And built. Damn is this man built. Sean Connery in Highlander, that describes T. I watched that movie yesterday, can't you tell?

If my friend Eric hadn't dropped out of school, I'd be hearing "I told you so" a dozen times over. Eric maintained that T had a thing for me. I guess he was right.

Should I? Shouldn't I? Should I? Shouldn't I?

I told Kay that he stopped the elevator between floors to kiss me last week. I felt heat rushing in dark places when he did that. Kay got a good look at him when he stopped into my work that one time and shares my appreciation. And even though she hates R, she still yelled at me. These things only cause problems she says. She right, my little quiet voice says she's right; but that little voice is yelling in a sound-proof room.

I told her that she was my conscious. She laughed. Kay usually laughs at my outrageous and quirky remarks.

"Bad Rae?" I asked. 'Yes, BAD Rae' she mimed, and slapped me playfully on my wrist.

I refrained from commenting on it further because she thinks that I dismissed this situation completely and has no idea that its still running around my head like a freight train following a compass: around and around; grinding circles and unremittance.

**Ironic Addendum**

I've been hearing Sting's "Don't Stand (So Close to Me)" a lot recently.

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(This is not smut, or porn and it is not always explict so don't be expecting anything)