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Posted:Sep 29, 2007 2:11 am
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wild...
Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
madonna, 'erotica'...
The hypnotic sound of the drum filled the room. Dimly lit. Dark... only a few candles flickering restlessly... as if desperately trying to cast light upon the dark corners. I could hear my heart thumping as I approached her. I touched her. I could hear hers too as soon as I touched her... beating just as wildly as mine.
I looked in her eyes... asked a silent question. She nodded in agreement. She turned her back on me... brought her wrists behind her back... and waited. I took the purple velvet ropes. Tied her wrists together. "Bend over", I said quietly. But firmly. I cupped her butt cheeks. Traced the crack between them with my middle finger... teased the area around her ass... then found her fleshy pussy lips... her dew softly appearing on them... her clit hardening... glistening ever so slightly in the dim candle light.
I knelt. Her scent calling me. My tongue ran up the length of her thigh... then finally reached her clit... circled around it... then darted between her pussy lips, over and over, stopping only to wash her clit clean then dart inward again. I held her thighs to keep her steady... She pushed against my face, my chin rubbing her clit vigorously now... I felt her first throb, but that only made me lick even faster... even harder than before... until she had melted in my mouth. Fully.
I stood up. My cock in my hand. Held it towards her. Touched her pussy lips... still hot... still juicy. I grabbed her tied wrists. And pulled her hard towards me... my cock entering her pussy violently... and getting lost in her burning wetness. I tugged at her wrists again... jerking her to me... then rocking her back on my cock, which by now was buried deep inside her. She turned her head and looked at me... Sparks flying from her eyes...
I untied her hands. Then took my cock out... raised it a bit... and slowly inserted it in her rear entrance... then began rocking back and forth steadily... over... and over... unable to contain my moans which were getting louder and louder. I reached for her nipples... pinched them as she brought one hand to her clit... the other going in her pussy... and touching my cock through her membrane. I arched my back... went even deeper in her... her hips glued to mine, as I felt yet another climax raging within her... her muscles contracting... her whole body convulsing against mine.
I held her by the hair as I started exploding... violently... my cum erupting deep inside her... my balls sending every drop of me in her. I held her like this forever it seemed. Until I caught my breath again. And smiled. She turned her head once more... her eyes locked with mine... the fire in them still alive...
"You drive me wild", I said quietly.
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lay...
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Posted:Sep 25, 2007 12:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2014 2:10 am
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lay...
lay lady lay
lay upon my big brass bed...
bob dylan...'lay lady lay'
It couldn't be more appropriately sung... The sight of her lying on my bed stirred me. Her hair falling on my pillow. My sheets touching her body... I climbed on the bed. My smile mirrored on her face... The sparkle in my eyes matched in hers. My lips approaching hers... touching them... then kissing, my passion rising higher and higher.
My hand traveled her torso. Rested between her legs. My fingers found her clit as my mouth hungrily descended upon her breasts. I kissed her nipples before biting them. And rubbed her clit before sliding my middle finger inside her... her wetness beginning to flow on me now.
I grinned. Took her pink little toy. Brought it down on her. Traced her pussy lips slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. I found her rear entrance. And teased it. Then inserted her toy in her. I grinned again as she slightly moaned, her parted lips about to be covered with yet another kiss. I took the thin white plastic ring... the one with the small vibrator attached. Wore it on my now hardening cock...
She spread her legs even wider... I got on top of her. Placed the tip of my cock right on her pussy. Then let my weight guide me in her... My cock swelling more and more inside her as I felt her toy through her membrane... my ring finally touching her clit... teasing it more and more, making it swell and throb...
I fucked her slow and steady... never letting up... never stopping... until i could feel her nails digging into my skin a little deeper. My mouth quickly met hers... my tongue thrust in her mouth... I lifted myself once, then slammed down on her, burying my cock fully in her... then started going up and down furiously... fucking her hard and fast... our genitals spurred into a sensory overload by the two vibrations buzzing on them... our bodies glued together, rocking into a crazy rhythm of our own...
She crossed her legs around my butt... pulled me even deeper... cried out loud as she started exploding... again... then more and more as her honey flowed thick and heavy on my balls. I silenced her with a deep kiss. Held her down as her legs tightened even more around me. Then let my own explosion tear right through me... the air burning my lungs... my cum bursting deep inside her... blast after fucking blast... each one hotter than the one before.
She pulled my hair... lifted my face to look in my eyes... still ablaze with passion... with desire... with lust. I grinned yet again. Quickly kissed her cheek... before moving to the back of her neck. Then whispered her favorite words...
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Posted:Sep 18, 2007 3:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:38 pm
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tags...
~smile~
Well, it looks like I've been sufficiently tagged... So now I have to divulge all sorts of little tidbits about me... I'll try not to bore you too much.
for hornylilgirl78
1. I wear a size 10.5 shoe.
2. I shave my chin with the razor facing towards my nose.
3. I use John Players Special shower gel.
4. And Neutragena shampoo.
5. I am about to wear a striped shirt.
6. I am presently in my underwear.
7. I don't like walking barefoot. Anywhere.
8. I am beginning to see more and more grey hairs on my head...
9. But none in my beard...
10. And none in my pubic hair!...
for countrygirl0903
1. My first appearance on stage was at a school play at the end of 1st grade.
2. I was one of the 3 'city boys'. There were 3 'country boys' too...
3. I wore a little navy blazer with gold buttons, a striped tie and khaki shorts.
4. My hair was very well combed and I looked very much the part!
5. I said my lines very well, on time and smiled when I was done.
6. And yet I saw people chuckling in the audience.
7. I later realized that my fly was open!
8. Although deeply embarrassed when I found out, I didn't let it bother me for too long.
9. But I tried to refrain from stage appearances, just in case!...
10. I have a soft voice and I am not a very good public speaker.
for earthywoman3
1. I have a very sensitive nose.
2. I have been wearing cologne even before I was a .
3. Although very 'democratic' in general, I have a hard time liking someone who smells bad.
4. I have never had a pedicure.
5. My beard is lightly more reddish than my hair...
6. So is my pubic hair.
7. I enjoy going to the theater.
8. And the opera, even though we don't have a decent opera hall in Athens.
9. My musical tastes vary greatly and include just about everything... except !
10. One of my favorite pastimes is to make mix cd's.
for yellowrosesr4me
1. I can deeply appreciate fine french cuisine...
2. But I am just as easily happy with a juicy burger or a pizza.
3. I try to eat healthy...
4. But usually fail!
5. I don't smoke, except for the occasional cigar...
6. I don't drink much either... but I love a chilled beer in the summer.
7. I don't like wine much, it dehydrates me.
8. One of my all-time favorite movies is Mary Poppins.
9. I don't like changing cars much...
10. I have been driving my present car for a decade now and I dread the day I'll have to get a new one.
for
1. I always thought Ariel the mermaid was very sexy...
2. I had similar thoughts about Daryl Hannah in 'Splash'...
3. I have never seen a mermaid in person!...
4. But I certainly wouldn't mind...
5. I love diving and going underwater.
6. I used to dive really deep and collect seashells from the bottom of the sea.
7. I gave it up as I almost busted an ear drum.
8. Still, I wear my goggles and follow schools of fish around.
9. The beach is my idea of being close to nature.
10. My favorite nature sound is the waves splashing!
for chaznpam
1. I am always open to new ideas...
2. That doesn't mean I will adopt them.
3. I am generally a quiet person.
4. I don't usually hold long phone conversations.
5. I was very hesitant about getting a cell phone.
6. Now I can't live without it.
7. I did vote on last Sunday's elections.
8. I did watch the results on TV.
9. I had dinner while watching these results.
10. Although not among my favorites, lately I've been having these odd cravings for sushi.
Phew!... That wasn't as bad as I thought... Now, I won't tag 60 bloggers, which I'm sure will bring a big sigh of relief to many of you!
As always... my love.. my kisses.
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"Hello", I said softly...
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Posted:Sep 13, 2007 1:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2015 12:07 am
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"Hello", I said softly...
I opened the door to find her waiting for me. Seated at the bed. Her red lacy camisole covering her body. But only in part. I could see her nipples. Getting harder with anticipation... her eyes, fixed on me... her lips, half open... waiting for mine.
"Hello", I said softly... But before she could utter a word my lips had covered hers, kissing her. I pulled back. Helped her take her sexy lingerie off. Slowly. Deliberately. She tried to unbutton my shirt but I stopped her. "Not yet", I said firmly...
She tried to protest. I placed my finger in front of her mouth. "Not yet", I repeated. She took my finger in her mouth. Sucked it in ever so gently. Closed her eyes. Took it deeper and deeper in her mouth. I smiled. Took it out. I let it slide towards the back of her neck... my nails grazing her skin... to her shoulders... up and down her arms... then towards the back of her neck again.
I placed the palm of my hand on her neck. Pulled her face to mine. Until our lips met again... her mouth fully open now. I forced my tongue in her mouth... datred in and out... licked her lips. I felt her nipples harden even more against the soft fabric of my shirt. My fingers glided down her shoulders once more... then traced her spine... causing her to shiver.
My hands cupped her butt. Squeezed. Pressed her even closer to me. My finger ran between her cheeks... spreading them... then finally finding her pussy lips... tracing them... parting them... exploring her insides... feeling her wetness begin to flow... finding her clit, then rubbing it... bringing more wetness. I immersed my finger in her... then spread her wetness on her butt cheeks. She opened her eyes to look at me but again she had no time to speak. My palm came down on her ass, stinging her and sliding a little as it hit the wetness on her skin. Her eyes widened, surprised, but again my palm came down on her cheeks, this time a little harder... her wetness evaporating now... and leaving her skin rosey and smooth. "Yes!", she managed to say before I slapped her ass yet again... causing her to blush.
"Now. Please, now...", she said in her lowest voice. I felt her pussy again... She was as wet as ever. "Undress me", my voice was firm, unyielding... leaving no doubts as to what should be done. Her fingers nervously unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt... unzipped my pants... pulled them down. My fingers kept dancing inside her pussy the whole time... making her wiggle... but only a bit.
As soon as I was naked I grabbed my cock. My hand was still wet with her nectar. It made my cock glisten with her. She knelt in front of me. Sucked it in her mouth. Inch by inch. But as soon as she had taken all in I pulled out. "Are you ready?", I inquired, a tone of urgency now creeping in my voice. "Yes", she answered, "more than ever..."
I laid her on the bed. On her back. Facing me. I parted her legs. Teased her clit with my cock... still wet with her saliva. Then entered her. My cock plunging easily in her hot pussy... like a knife slicing into butter. My lips found hers again. My tongue swirling in her mouth as my cock went in and out of her. Fast. Furiously. Deeper and deeper every time... Her moans silenced by my kiss. Soon her legs were up in the air. Her hands around my back. Nails digging in my skin. Fingers in my hair.
I pushed harder and harder in her. Found her depth. And fucked her like there was no tomorrow. My lips still glued on hers. My breathing becoming one with hers... I felt the color rise to her cheeks... saw her pupils dilate... her insides contract... And wellcomed her explosion... her cum flowing down my balls... abundantly. I thrust in her once more... before my own explosion overtook me. My cum blasting deep inside her... again and again... until there wasn't a single drop left in me.
"Hello", I said again... this time a more playful tone in my voice. But this time it was her lips that silenced me before I could utter another word.
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i know...
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Posted:Sep 13, 2007 1:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:35 pm
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i know...
I know I have been absent for a little bit. I am way behind in answering all the wonderful comments I have received. I am even more behind in visiting your blogs... Will you forgive me?
Please bear with me for just a bit more. It has been an insanely busy few days... but that's not a bad thing! All is well and soon I will be in full blogging form again...
As always... my love... my kisses.
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ten thousand...
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Posted:Sep 13, 2007 1:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:34 pm
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ten thousand...
A few days after my 1-year anniversary I received my 5,000th comment. As if by a certain great symmetry that occasionally reigns over this blog, I received my 10,000th comment on the day of my 2-year anniversary. Furthermore, as luck would have it, it was the same blogger who gave me my 5,000th comment...
my precious amakamaria amakamaria. hmm... Now I have to think of a suitable prize... any ideas?...
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two years of toothy smiles...
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 7:58 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:34 pm
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two years of toothy smiles...
They say time flies when you are having fun. Boy, it couldn't be more true for this little blog of mine. It seems like yesterday, and yet it was two whole years ago when I ventured into the wild world of blogville. September 5, 2005...
Two years of bright sunny days. Two years of hot, moonlit nights. Two years of laughter and tears, of lust and desire... Two years that opened my eyes, two years that revealed so much to me... Two years of dreams.
Two years of meeting you here... Two years of you and me...
Two years of toothy smiles... I couldn't be more grateful... to each and every one of you.
So, for old time's sake, let me play for you once more the song that became my first post, the song that through the years has become the standard for this little corner of mine... A song that means so much...
smile
smile
though your heart is aching
smile
even though it's breaking
when there are clouds
in the sky
you 'll get by
if you smile
through your fear and sorrow
smile
and maybe tomorrow
you 'll see the sun
come shining through
for you
light up your face with gladness
hide every trace of sadness
although a tear
may be ever so near
that's the time
you must keep on trying
smile
what 's the use in crying
you 'll find that life
is still worthwhile
if you just smile...
smile
as always... my love... my kisses.
and for those of you who weren't around then, this was my original profile pic...
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in the still of the night...
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Posted:Sep 2, 2007 2:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2017 3:11 am
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in the still of the night...
In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you
Cole Porter
I felt her hand touch me in my sleep. A gentle caress on the shoulder. Cool as a pleasant breeze on my skin... and slight as the moonlight shyly seeping through the open window. Her breath warmed my cheek as her lips approached mine... I turned my face to hers, pushed back her hair from her face... and wrapped my arms around her... the sheets falling to her sides, revealing more of her delicious nakedness to me...
The quietness that ruled the night was smoothly subsiding as her soft voice, barely audible was reaching my ear... A few words spoken... a sigh... followed by the warmest smile.
A deep kiss. The first of many.
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diana...
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Posted:Sep 1, 2007 4:17 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:31 pm
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Diana...
It was 10 years ago yesterday. A shock felt throughout the world. No one could believe it. A grim realization of the disastrous effects of combining press vultures and drunk drivers...
Princess Diana was the first woman (other than actors or athletes) of my generation to become famous. To the greater world she appeared to emerge out of nowhere. And yet she captivated everyone as soon as the spotlight fell on her. She was a star and no other royal shone as brightly as her...
The oddest thing is she had no exceptional talents... no great academic achievements... no work experience other than a brief stint as a kindergarten teacher in her teenage-hood. But that was probably what made her so endearing to everyone, her sense of humanity, her ease, her winsome smile. She had no qualms about hugging AIDS patients at a time when the rest of her circle cringed at the thought. She comforted with landmine injuries. Her human rights work was remarkable.
She was above all else a mother. Very much involved in the upbringing of the she adored. And the closeness and affection her felt for her was more than visible. She wouldn't hesitate to take them to McDonald's, just like any English mother would take her , something utterly unthinkable for the mother of a future king at the time.
This was a fascinating combination. On one hand the party girl, only too eager to dance to Duran Duran songs or go on wild shopping sprees, to jet set with the wealthiest people... On the other hand, someone traveling to meet the neediest of people, in her own homeland or over at some remote third world corner of the earth... and still just as comfortable in their company.
She personified the fairy tale that came true... only to find that the strings attached to it would take a toll on her much heavier than she expected. She lived this fairy tale only to give it up and eventually see it coming to the most tragic end on August 31, 1997.
Diana was by no means a saint. Nor did she ever aspire to be one. And yet despite her untimely death, she won something she definitely craved: a place in our hearts.
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this is surreal...
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Posted:Aug 30, 2007 2:08 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:27 pm
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this is surreal...
Right in the midst of tragedy the funniest things always happen...
I have obviously been watching quite a bit of the news on the television lately... No wonder... There hasn't been anything like that in my life. So all of a sudden, I hear the police have arrested an Iranian male for arson. He was allegedly caught red-handed while attempting several times to set one of the few remaining forests on fire...
Well... First off, trust the renowned hounds of our police to catch some poor slob after the entire country has been torched to a crisp. Still... I sat there listening to the anchorwoman telling the news... no sign of emotion in her voice, she continued:
"The Iranian national was in a poor shape. At the interrogation he refused all charges. Asked what he was doing in the forest with fire starting equipment, he admitted he was contemplating suicide by setting himself on fire. When the police persisted and inquired about why he had made several attempts, the man answered 'I kept changing my mind'..."
My jaw dropped. After days of tears in front of the TV, I couldn't help myself... I started laughing uncontrollably...
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gratitude...
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Posted:Aug 26, 2007 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 2:25 pm
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My deep gratitude to everyone who contacted me and expressed their concern during these last few days. Please know that internet connections have been scrappy for a couple of days and so I may have missed offline messages you left for me. If I didn't respond to any of them, please know that it was never my intention. Once more... I thank you.
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ashes to ashes...
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Posted:Aug 26, 2007 7:03 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2018 2:15 am
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ashes to ashes...
This is a sad sequel to the flames of shame I could never imagine that such a thing could happen this quickly... This has been by far the most difficult post for me to write.
I woke up to a grim surprise. Ashes were flying in through my bathroom window... my sink was covered with black little bits of charcoal, floating on air and landing everywhere. The unmistakable smell of burnt matter was reaching my nostrils... I walked towards the balcony. Stepped out. A thick orange cloud had enveloped the city. Leaving a tiny strip of blue at the distance... as if to bitterly remind us that this was supposed to be a bright sunny day. I came to a stark realization. I was among the lucky ones. My family... my friends... my property... they were all safe. But I couldn't bring myself to even smile about it. I lacked the strength to be grateful. The pain for my country's destruction was too strong.
Seems like only days ago. The forest fires of this past month had barely been extinguished. You'd think this time we'd be more careful... You think we'd protect our own a little more...
No. A million times no.
For some time now I have felt that we, as modern Greeks, do not deserve the land we inherited... we do not deserve its awesome beauty... The endless miles of gorgeous beaches, the winding rivers and the rugged mountains. We do not deserve the glorious history our forefathers left for us. We have been slowly destroying it for decades. Until now... Until the entire country lit up like a firecracker in one weekend! Today I am proved right in the most tragic way. Hundreds of fires in all corners of the land...
More than 60 people perished. Consumed by the flames. Entire villages were burnt to a crisp. Farms with their livestock. Forests... wildlife... The fires spared no one. The ruins of Olympia and the museum were threatened! They were saved at the very last minute, but the woods surrounding them vanished into ashes... The sacred woods were our ancestors gathered to compete in the games... Halting all wars to do so... Stopping all other activity to pay homage to their gods... To brilliantly display their culture, their civilization... It is beyond disgusting... The thought alone makes me shiver...
The damage, ecological, economic and psychological is immense. Irreversible in all likelihood. No one can tell what the next day will be like... And yet... We have already started blaming others. The opposition parties blame the government. The government blames everyone else and hints at shadow conspiracies. No one sees the real perpetrator. The culprit... The man in the mirror. The man that never bothered with anything but his own welfare... The man that never bothered with such mundane words as 'environment', 'eco-system', 'community', 'caring for your neighbor, not just yourself'... Every single one of us. No one. Not one of us, myself included, did enough. None of us did enough to prevent this. For that, I will have to live with my guilt for the rest of my life.
It is far too late for tears. Far too late to do anything about it now. There is only one thing left to do. Send our message to the rest of the world. Save your habitat. Protect our planet. For the sake of all of us. For our and their . Give them the hope of a world better than this one.
Learn. Educate yourselves on what you should and shouldn't do. Be prepared. Be ready. And avoid such catastrophes. Because you can. Please. I beg of you. Remember this last phrase. Because you can...
This was released by NASA. It is not a map indicating the fires. It is a real satellite photo that shows the clouds of smoke covering Greece.
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french lessons...
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Posted:Aug 24, 2007 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 10:21 pm
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french lessons...college memories- part 3.
My sophomore year in college was long and hard... I had taken many required classes, my work load in the library had increased. So, as one of my 'elective' classes I took French. It was the highest French class I could take without a prerequisite, but I knew it would be my 'easy' class. Boy, was I in for a surprise...
Oh, don't get me wrong. The course was easy enough... It just was at 8 o'clock in the morning! And for those who know me, that's way too early for my tastes... especially if it involves a minor class in the middle of a very tough year...
Well, for the most part it went smoothly. Our professor was a young Romanian woman. She was an attractive woman with long dark hair and dark brown eyes. She would always address me in French, even in between classes. I can't say I was exactly her 'teacher's pet', but she did seem to appreciate my knowledge of the french language... and probably felt culturally close to me since her country of origin was not too far from mine. Needless to say, her and I were the only non-native English speakers in the class.
I generally did fairly well on my assignments, aced the mid-term, but... every Friday we had an oral quiz... An occasion where Prof. Romanian Hottie would talk to us in French and check our ability to handle the language verbally... Now Friday morning was never a good morning for me during my college years. All the bars had 'happy hour' on Thursday nights and all the best parties at the dorm were on Thursdays as well. Getting up early the next morning was, ahem... a challenge, to say the least.
Two days before the final exam, right after the last day of class, she stopped me as I was walking out of the classroom. "I'd like to see you in my office", she said sternly. "Uh oh", I thought, "this doesn't sound too good". I was right... but only in part. She led me to her office right away. She walked fast and somewhat nervously. The truth is I was a little nervous too.
"This is about your quizzes", she said as soon as the door of her office closed behind us. For the first time she spoke to me in English. "I was afraid of that", I answered. "We've had 16 of them", she continued, "and you have missed 9!"... "I know", I replied, blushing deeply by now. "However", she added, "you have aced every single quiz you took, so I will assume that you would have aced every one you missed and give you an A for those as well".
My jaw dropped. I was ready to hear that I destroyed my grade out of sheer carelessness and yet, here I was being forgiven for something I clearly didn't deserve. I was loaded with guilt. Too much to keep me quiet. I protested. Still blushing, I opened my mouth, "As much as I appreciate you forgiving my absences", I said softly, "I don't think this is really fair to my classmates who attended every quiz session. If there are grade consequences for missing these quizzes I would like to be held held responsible for them".
"Well", she said smiling, "luckily for you, it isn't up to you to give grades for this class". I finally smiled, told her I'd do my best in the upcoming final. "Thank you. Is there anything else?", I asked her, quite innocently, almost ready to walk out the door. "No", she answered, but the hesitation in her voice was more than clear... "Are you sure?", I asked again, this time looking at her inquisitively. She lowered her head... then began sobbing uncontrollably!
Only in funerals have I seen people cry so much. I stood there, totally taken by surprise, not knowing what to do. I wanted to hug her, but she was my professor... was it appropriate to do that? And what if someone opened the door and found her crying on my shoulder?... She could lose her job... I approached her nevertheless, touched her gently on the shoulder... "Are you alright?", I finally said. "I will be fine", she mumbled in between sobs... She told me that she was getting divorced... that it was very difficult for her... and that on top of everything else I reminded her too much of her soon-to-be ex-husband!
Once again I was speechless. I didn't know whether this meant that I was this was why she had just given me a hell of a big break or whether she was about to attack me with any sharp objects that conveniently lay on her desk. "I am so sorry", I said in my kindest voice, "is there anything I can do?"...
"No', she replied, "just make sure you ace that test". She was regaining her composure, but the sadness in her eyes was more than visible. "Yes", I assured her, "I will". I left after that. I went to my room unable to erase the image I had just seen. Throughout my study session I kept thinking about her.
I did ace that test. Easily. I felt I owed her that. I smiled as I said goodbye to her. I had to rush off. I had to pack... and frantically try to catch a plane home. She wished me a good summer. "You too", I said, still smiling. Those were my last words to her. When I returned from the summer holidays I looked her up to thank her once more for all she did for me. I never found her. She had taken a job at another college and had moved already. But her memory and her kindness are still with me.
The pic is me at about that time...
How time flies!
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