"You cooked for me?" She smiled at him."Well, my mother was an alcoholic, so I pretty much grew up on my own," he admitted, embarassed.Scarlet said no...thing and just hugged him, resting her head on his muscular chest. Mr. Wilson offered to give her some time on her own, but she insisted he stay. They finished the pancakes; he then drove back to school to pick up his work and to give the assistant principal some bullshit excuse as to why he blew off the end of the school day.The next day, come. When something does happen it comes as a surprise, my meeting and marriage to Glen had been like that. The truth is, none of us really knows what is lurking round the next corner. Using my own imagery, I didn’t know what sort of weaponry might allow someone to break through into my citadel. Chapter 3. A Meeting. I was sitting in the cafeteria one lunchtime. As usual the place was crowded and noisy with the buzz of conversation and the clatter of knives and forks. Even an isolate like me gets. Glenda came up beside me and said in a reverent tone, “It’s beautiful. Did the two of you come out here just for the view?”I turned and saw her naughty grin, and I thought back to all the times Josh and I’d had sex in this clearing. “Yes, we came here for the view—and sex, of course.”“On the ground?” She exclaimed.“Nah, there are too many fire ants for that. But here, I’ll show you.” And I turned around and lowered the tailgate of the ATV. Then I showed her my own version of a naughty grin.. She was in her nighty and it seems her mom had gone outside for a relative marriage. We just stood in the hall facing each other but not able to speak. She broke the Ice and said sorry for slapping you. “No mam, I should not have done like that”. There was an awkward silence and said I will leave now and turned to the exit door. She caught my hand and stopped me and asked me stay for a while. I said ok and she went inside the kitchen to make juice for me. I followed her and was standing at the.