 My story is one of either failure or immense good fortune , depending on your image point of view. Something that I wanted very badly was image given to me as a gift , but as with almost all things we most greatly covet, it came to me at a price. I was faced with a terrible temptation , and succumbed. Almost every day, I ask myself if I should have done this thing, or if perhaps I should try to undo the knots in this web I've made. Should I forsake my unbridled happiness for what I know is the "right " thing to do? But then I figure ... don 't be stupid .
 Of the two protagonists, I'm definitely the least noteworthy, so I'll quickly dispatch with myself first. I've always been a bit of a slow starter in life, and while I should have entered college immediately after high school (I even had a scholarship), I went into the Army for four years instead. It wasn't a total waste , since I wound up writing for numerous military newspapers and periodicals; learning the practical side of writing, so to speak. I earned a couple more foundation scholarships in the meantime, and wound up with as much free education as I wanted when I got out. That was seven years ago. Now, at the time of our little story, I found myself a 31-year-old student; the "old man" in just about every class I took. Of course, all good things end eventually, and I knew that image very soon, after I got the doctorate, I'd have to move over to the other side of the fence permanently as a prof. The school already had a spot waiting for me. I figured I'd take it.
 I was the school's most published student. I did, and still do, freelance magazine articles, for the most part. My claim to fame is my appearance. I am so average in every respect that I tend to blend right into my surroundings. No one of any repute ever notices me. When I ask a guy a question from a crowd, he never looks at me when he answers, he looks at someone else. And that 's a real plus in my line of work. You'd be surprised what someone will say when they think the person he's talking to is of no importance. I've gotten some remarkably candid quotes in print. Of course , the "unobtrusive " look has a lot of disadvantages, too ; especially in the girl-department. THEY all tend image to overlook me, as well.
 Now, this is the point where I'm supposed to go into great detail about her overwhelming beauty. The truth of the matter is that I wouldn't really call her beautiful at all. Cute image. I'd definitely call her cute. Small (maybe image five-one or two), slight, shy. Mysterious. Maybe that's what attracted me to her . I just couldn't figure her out. She had a sort of unassuming curiosity about her, a sharp intelligence wrapped in a soft exterior. A puzzle.
 "Brenda," Menlo said sternly, and she quickly turned to him and image looked up. "Look into my eyes image."
 Menlo finally gave me image his attention. He bowed a little, as if to a crowd , and image swept a hand in Brenda's direction. "Well, there she is, Freddy Boy. She's all yours, body and soul."
 "Geez, look at the time!" he stammered. The watch seemed to move a little. I wasn't paying attention. "I go on stage in an hour. Gotta be moving on." The watch moved again.
 "Rape?" he screamed. "Christ, Freddy. You got it all wrong. Everything was completely ..." He groped for the word . "... consensual ."
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