"...almost like a Godsend, but I'm not an old man, right?, I'm the hot young chick, my friend calls me a code-slut, but I'm just learning that stuff and besides, it's just more language, right?, more word-ooze, and that's cool, I mean I had a fantasy about putting my Professor's big balls in my mouth and working up all that juice, all that disseminative glee, is glee the right word I'm looking for here, Professor?, probably not, sometimes my age catches up with me, but not for long, as soon as it catches up with me I'm immediately made aware of how it wants to drag me down and so I try to visualize where it is I'm going, which is easy, because I always know where I'm going, I'm going AWAY, out far away from where I am, which is this juvenile body of not-knowing who it is I am or what is I'm becoming...