”Francesca felt a bit more scared now. “I-I… didn’tknow that.”“Ignorance of our local customs is not an excuse I&#...8217;mafraid.”Francesca did not like being told off and had to trydefending herself, “Look. If I knew, I would not havebrought it here. How about if I burn this book now?”“I am very sorry. I must report you. It is my duty.”“Look, please don’t. I am very sorry. Look, is there afine for. We sat down, poured a glass of wine and began chatting. It was obvious that I was the stand in for my wife, she was intent on fucking Kelly and, since she couldn't, I was the next best thing. On the third glass of wine she moved closer, her hand had slowly been moving further and further up my leg as we talked. 'so, Kelly, you know, when I was with your husband he was my total bitch, I assume you're in charge in your household? No, not really, I replied. Oh? She said, so you're more the sub? I. I'm used to that. Sheila ordered one of those Cosmo Slut things (God I love her!) and I had a beer. Enzo was our waiter for the evening. He came by a time or two for our order, but I told him we were waiting on some friends and I'd let him know when we were ready to order, slipping a generous tip in his hand so I didn't come off like the asshole that I really am. He smiled as if he was used to dealing with assholes and walked off to another table. I'm working on my third beer and playing. "You from Arizona?" Yes," he replied, "Glendale. You?" Peoria; we're neighbors."Just then, the classroom door slammed shut and the room became deathly silent. There was clicking of heels on the vinyl floor as a petite woman in her forties with dark hair and glasses marched to the front of the room."My name is Ms. Barron and this is English Composition 101. If you're not supposed to be here, I suggest you leave now."John looked over at Katie, raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Uh oh." Today, you.