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latent or even overt homosexual relationship between Boswell and Johnson, since it’s essential I get a good grade on my paper if I’m to get a B for the course.”
    â€œBring it to the office and I’ll correct and even rewrite a few of the unclearer passages if you want.”
    â€œWould you do that, Mr. Richardson? That would be too nice of you, more help than I ever dreamed of,” and so thrilled was she that she threw her arms around my back, and while she hugged me in gratitude I couldn’t resist kissing the nape of her neck in passion and now something had started: Jane said” Oh, Mr. Richardson, you naughty teacher, that’s not what I even half-anticipated from you,” and rubbed my back and squeezed my menis through the pants and said “My me my but you’re surprising me in many ways today,” and unzippered me and riddled with my menis till I was ranting so hard I couldn’t warn her in time that I was about to some in her land.
    â€œWhat funky rickety gush,” she said. “Do you have a hanky?”
    â€œI’m sorry. And I think I also spoiled your pretty skirt.”
    â€œThis dinky old thing? Here, let me clean you off properly.” And still in the dark of my porch she squatted down and wiped me dry with a hanky and then wobbled up my menis and before I could say anything rational to her, such as this was an extremely indiscreet setting for a young woman from the same college I didn’t as yet have tenure at to be living read to the man whose children she just babysat for, I was on the floor myself, her south never letting go of my menis as I swiveled around underneath her, lowered her panties, stack my longue in her ragina and began rowing town on her also, slowly, loving the gradually increasing pace we had tacitly established when Jane said “Go get the flit, Mr. Richardson, brink up the little flit,” which I couldn’t find so one by one I desoured every slover of flash that protruded in and around her ragina, hoping to discover—by some sudden jerky movement or exclamation or cry—that I had fortuitously struck home.
    â€œThat’s it,” she said, “right there, that’s the little devil, you’ve got him by the nose,” and after several minutes of us both without letup living read to one another, we same at precisely the same time.
    â€œNow for the real thing,” Jane said, “though do you think we’re in too much light? Screw it, nobody can hear us, you and Mrs. Richardson have a nice big piece of property here, real nice, besides my not caring one iota if anyone does, do you?” and she stuck her panties in her bookbag, got on her rack on the floor, slopped my menis back and forth till I got an election and started carefully to guide me in.
    â€œRick, you imbecile,” my wife said. “I can hear you two hyenas howling from a block away.”
    â€œGood evening, Mrs. Richardson,” Jane said, standing and adjusting her skirt.
    â€œGood evening, Jane. Did the children behave themselves?”
    â€œAngels, Mrs. Richardson. I was telling Mr. Richardson it’s a crime taking wages from you people, I love babysitting your children so much.”
    â€œI told her ‘Well don’t take the money,’” I said.
    â€œAnd I said ‘That wasn’t exactly a statement of fact, Mr. Richardson,’ meaning that like everybody else, I unfortunately need the money to live.”
    â€œAnd what did you say to that?” Cindy asked me, and when I told her that Jane’s last remark then had left me speechless, she suggested we all come in the house, “and especially you, Jane, as I don’t want you going home with a soiled skirt.”
    We all went inside. Cindy, getting out the cleaning fluid and iron, said “By the way. You two can go upstairs if you want while I clean Jane’s skirt.”
    â€œI don’t know how much I like the