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to the exam on Jules' desk. Jules took the cue and changed
the subject.
    “Oh, I need a whiteboard in here. I keep asking for
Maintenance to install one. I think all my requests end up in file thirteen.” She
pointed at the garbage can then rummaged around in her drawer for a second then
sifted through some papers lying to one side.
    “I want to show you something but I need room to write
it out; let's run upstairs to the classroom so I can explain this to you. I
think you will find it most interesting.” She turned to stand and Sam stood
also, tilting his head to the side, questioning. “ Do
you have a minute?” Jules stopped and faced him, inquiring, yet enthusiastic.
    Sam studied her face. She is into this.
It is amazing to see someone so passionate about what they do. She's beautiful
when she gets excited . He noticed her face was flushed. He
fought the urge to touch her or perhaps more.
    Sam replied, “Ah, yeah. I have a little while, but I
need to head back to my jobs pretty soon.”
    Jules remembered her own lawn and the phone call
earlier that morning which had gone awry. She hesitated; perhaps she should ask
him now to come and take care of her yard; that would be the responsible thing
to do. This thought was momentary; it is not the appropriate time now to ask,
besides, she would give away who had made the awkward phone call earlier. She
pushed all this out of her mind for the sake of the equation she wanted to show
him.
    “ Okay, we shouldn't be too long.” She paused
and looked at him with a grin. “It will only take me twenty minutes to write
out the equation, of course.”
    Sam smiled back, “It took me that long just to read
through it to the end and three days to write out the solution!” They locked
eyes for a brief second, still smiling. Jules felt her pulse jump again.
    She turned and headed out the door, down the hall to
the stairs. He followed behind, watching the slight curve of her, walking ahead
of him. Sam hurried his pace to catch up and they both climbed the two flights
of stairs in a flash. Sam measured his steps to match hers. They both reached
the landing together locking eyes again at the top. His gaze cut through her
like dark blades, deep and questioning. Startled, feeling her face grow warm,
Jules headed for the lecture room and pulled the door open. She headed straight
for the huge whiteboard at the front of the classroom as if trying to outrun
him.
    She began to write the equation on the board with a
fury, as if to write away the physical urge that was creeping up on her like a
stealthy animal.
    I can't look at him again or I might lose
it. I have to stay on task here.
    Sam stood close behind her. She could hear him
breathing; she could smell him standing near and her whole back tingled with
excitement. She kept writing the familiar symbols and this helped calm her a
little.
      I have got to focus. This is ridiculous, I don't
even know this man; he's a student for God's sake .
    She argued with herself, fighting with each character
she wrote on the board. She was alarmed that her heart now raced; picking up
beats for every second he stood there.
    The equation became her refuge. She began to explain
the process as she wrote; becoming more animated with the proximity of his
body. He leaned towards her, the warmth of him seemed to reach out and surge
through her. Though he hadn't touched her she felt like hot electrodes were
attached to her temples.
    Jules' intense reaction was the direct result of how
she had lived most of her life. She somehow neglected to find time for close
relationships with others in her daily existence. She had lived in drab shadows
far too long; her cloistered existence had nurtured her intellect and
maintained discipline but at the expense of her emotional well-being. Sam
excited her and he was standing close enough that she could smell the scent of
his clothes.
    Jules had a flash of herself shut off in a cramped room
away from warmth, away from love. She