Now is the Winter of our Discontent....

Dr Jekyll had little time to invest in personal relationships. His dedication to his mother often made him thoughtless and distracted when it came to the women in his life — which is why no woman ever stayed in his life for very long. He was content to admire his women from afar and to continue on in his life of solitude.
"Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York".
As Larry Olivier's voice filled the room during his performance of Shakespeare's powerful tale of the wicked deformed king Richard III and his conquests, both on the battlefield and in the boudoir, Jekyll looked around the room at his sudents.
There she sat. The relationship between them was easy to describe. She didn't really know he existed whilst he was fascinated by her in a way that could only be called an obsession. She featured prominently in his daily fantasies.
After the lecture Jekyll stretched his long legs in front of him and lounged against the back of his chair. He smiled as he began to indulge himself, keeping his mind focused on her face, letting his hormones take over from common sense. The thought of being in a dark room with her appealed to his senses and he prepared to enjoy the time he spent with her before this fantasy ended.