"Hey!",I yell,waving."Hey!",he mimics,waving

"Hey!",I yell,waving."Hey!",he mimics,waving back.How irritating;standing in front of each other and waving.A guy appears behind him:"Dude,that's a mirror",I hear a voice in my ear

"Duude...duude.." it echoed. I felt the warm breath in my neck. "You look like some kind of freak, man, staring at yourself in the mirror like that!" I blinked a couple of times

but the reflection didn't change. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw nothing there but empty space. I looked back into the mirror, and there he was, hands on my shoulders, smiling

beginning. Then I sighed heavily. Then I sighed on the side. I sighed quickly. I sighed in a crescendo. I sighed like a huff. I sighed intensely. Then, orgasm.

"I think you should try using a different word other than 'sigh',"I told my student diplomatically. "&maybe you could work on the plot b/c it seems the climax came a bit too fast

even for a nympho like me." "Plot?" my student was astounded "What for?" "Look," I told him, exasperated "your book 'Naked Came the Stranger' is trash. No one will ever read it."

My student published the book himself and donated it to an auction for the Whole Planet Foundation at Whole Foods. It sold for thirty dollars. There were no other copies available.

I retrospect more money could have been earned if the book was copied beforehand. Still, thirty dollars was quite good. I was proud of my student.

but I could not have foreseen that they would stab me in the back at the first opportunity. Ah well.