You know how in most movies, everyone wants to hook up with a cheerleader, here, everyone wants to hook up with me, plus the cheerleaders ain’t got ...no ass. Ja’Quan was muscled and tall, he was the finest dread-headed nigga you’ve ever seen. Green, deep eyes, bicep, triceps, every muscle part that ends in –cep. His dick was eight inches, without his erection, and when he was as erect as a flagpole, he was eleven inches of pleasure. He wasn’t a football player ’cause he know the cheerleaders are. "We're not done," I warned her.The girl looked at my raised hands before her eyes met mine. She appeared amused as she licked her lips and glanced down at the floor before her gaze returned to meet mine."Are you sure?" she asked.No. But what choice did I have? "You're not going anywhere until I get some answers."I stood there watching as she lifted her own hands and slipped her fingers through mine until she had a firm tight grip. Uh. Okay. This is something. Was this where she kicked my ass. From the kitchen, its possible to easily hear the dining table in the living room.“Amy was born with a special ability, she’s just a burden to someone like you. Why do you insist on being with her so much? She is not even your daughter. You must have done the DNA test, right?”“Though not my daughter, she is still the daughter of my younger brother, my niece. I can’t just give her up like that.”“But I’m her mother, that’s all that matters.”“You’re a paper mom, do you really think i don’t know. ”“Will do.”We said ‘goodbye’ and hung up. There wasn’t really much else I could do until Ted got back to me. Well, there was ONE thing I could do - worry.November 8, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“I have copies of the proposed student and teacher handbooks,” I said as we sat down to dinner at Sensei Jim’s house on Wednesday.“Handbooks? Why?” Jolene asked.“Advice from an attorney,” Sensei Jim said. “I asked Steve to draw them up because I know he’s had to draw up policies for his company.”“Policies.