At Her Mercy
I was 41, lonely, divorced and depressed when Dana enrolled in my class. She was so cheerful and full of life. Talking to her for a minute or two became the highlight of my week.
To my complete astonishment she started visiting my office hours most afternoons. We would talk about life, politics, music or whatever. Dana would laugh and smile. Soon she started asking me more questions about my life, my wife, our divorce and sometimes she asked me if I had a girlfriend yet. By this time we had become friends and it was customary for her to give me a hug before going on her way to her 4:30 class. I ached for her. I was so lonley and pathetic that I don't think I realized how much power Dana already had in my life. Looking back now it is obvious that she knew and she wanted to see how it would feel to utterly posses my heart. To hold a man in the palm of her hand through the power of her beauty and sexuality.