What Men Want Part 1
'There you are, class of '79.' Mary-Jane's hand quaked just a little, as she took the yearbook from the school secretary. 'Is there anywhere I can...?' Her eyes cast about for some private space.'Oh yes, the visitors' room is two doors down on the right. I think it's empty right now.'Seated alone, Mary-Jane opened the imposing, hard-backed volume and leafed her way past the introduction to the staff photographs with an odd sense of trepidation. She could not even be sure that she would find...
Reluctance