Harry - Season 4

Wednesday, September 20 2006

Parson Residence, Titusville, FL

Stephanie’s black negligee fell perfectly around her backside as she walked away after delivering a good-night kiss to me. The fabric stopped just above said backside, revealing flawless skin flowing into the gentle hollow where her spine started.

It was a lot of skin. . .

I should have gone straight back to integral calculus, but I was stuck. I couldn’t quite kick the memory of her long, curly hair hanging all loose off to one side while even more skin was revealed by the neckline of her nightwear.

A man remembered a lot about the situation when his wife told him she was proud of him. 

That was just the way of things.

But still. . .

Anybody looking on might have thought she was messing with me, looking extra-lovely, trying to tempt me into bed instead of finishing my coursework, but the truth was that she looked beautiful regardless of what she wore.

So why wasn’t I going to bed?

Because trying to get a master’s degree in Aerospace engineering and keep a full-time job in the space industry at Kennedy Space Center takes a lot of time. My supervisor, Phil, was supportive of my ambitions, but still expected me to fulfill his expectations without exception.

It equaled out to some rich, full days of work and lots of cheap, legal, addictive stimulants. I hadn’t resorted to coffee yet. I’m not saying my decision to fuel twenty-hour days with excessive soda was healthier, just that it smelled better to me.

Anyways, back to work. . .