And the young nurses comment came to mind about tutoring. For the boys, there was the cold barren dormitory cubicle versus the potential of extracurricular activities in my warm and cozy room. No question that a merciful offer from me would be accepted. All I had to do was choose.
Ah, the elevator chimes and the doors slide open to reveal Harold the janitor humbly pushing his cart of rags and towels. My thoughts have placed me in just the right frame of mind.
***
Its alright, Harold. No need for shyness.
Sometimes I think the extreme chastity affects the brain waves. Harolds humility has brought him to the point of thinking like a child. Thus I must gently cajole as I unbutton the few remaining buttons on his bright pink uniform. As stated, Millie snipped away three of the six, so
