I sent a quick text message to my mother to let her know I intended to stay at Karyn’s house. She responded
that it was OK and added a slightly suggestive comment as well. My mother had definitely changed in more than
one way.
“I am exhausted,” said Karyn as she flopped on the bed. “What a day.” I let out a few chuckles. “What?” she
asked.
“If today was exhausting, what’s tomorrow going to be like?” I pondered. “We’ve only scratched the surface.”
“Oh, you’re going to give me a headache,” Karyn lamented. “We have school tomorrow, don’t we?”
“Uh…I guess so?” I said cautiously. “I’m taking the easy way. I wish that I had a copy of my and Karyn’s
class schedules.” I quickly held open my hands in anticipation. Two pieces of paper appeared in them.
“Let me see mine,” Karyn said. I handed it to her. She gave it a quick once over glance. “What’s on yours?”
she asked.
“Did you see this?” I said as I pointed to the name of the school on my list.
“No,” she said. She saw what I meant and burst out laughing. “Cleopatra University? Oh…my…That’s just
unbelievable.”
“I guess you didn’t see some of your classes then, did you?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she asked. She focused her attention back on her own schedule. “Calculus, creative
writing…wait a minute…’Advanced Sexual Intercourse?’”
“And there’s this,” I said. “‘Transformation Studies.’ I guess that’s where our project comes into play.”
“Speaking of which,” said Karyn. “Is that still at your house?”
“I guess it is,” I said. “We’ll have to get it tomorrow morning. At least it looks like our schedules are
the same. Huh. I wonder if that’s an effect of the wish to never be apart.”
“Does it matter?” Karyn asked.
“Guess not,” I replied.
Karyn sat down on the bed again. “OK, so that means tomorrow we have calculus at 10, writing at 11, the sex
class at 1 and the transformation class at 2. We have those classes three times a week. We only have one
class the other two days. Did you see what that one is?” she asked.
“Yea, I did,” I said. “I kind of like the sound of ‘Sexual Therapy.’ Great, we’ve got that out of the way.”
I tossed my schedule aside and sat on the bed next to Karyn. No sooner had I done that then Karyn stood up
again. “What gives?” I asked.