The kids call me ‘Mr. B’. At first, I didn’t notice the moving truck in the parking area below, until a young woman carrying a cardboard box cau...ght my eye. The blonde must have been in her early twenties, but wore clothes that you would find on most of my students. I never really got a good look at her face, but her body seemed very athletic, and in great shape. I watched her carry in a few more boxes, and decided that it was time to meet my new neighbor. She was moving into the apartment. ”“So your mom was saying that you are starting school on Monday?”“Yeah” I nodded as I lent back against the worktop.“Nervous?”“Not really to be honest, I was a decent student at my last school and had good grades.”“What about making friends?” She asked.“I doesn’t really bother me, I find it easy to talk to people and I didn’t have any problems at my last school.”“Girlfriends?” She pried.I couldn’t help but laugh at the directness, “no, no girlfriends.” I told her before adding “not that I. She walked into my room, took a seat on my full size bed, and took a sip from her wine glass. She motioned for me to come sit next to her, which I did in a heartbeat. As we sat there talking, she cautiously touched my thigh and slowly began to move her hand upwards. Sensing a cue, I set my glass down on the nightstand and took her hand in mine. I moved my head toward hers, and engaged our lips. I kept kissing her soft full lips for quite some time before I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I. This was looking like his last winter. Not necessarily lame, and not truly blind, he was just old.Charley was nine and she was six when the pinto was given to her.The Richeys bought him for their daughter, unaware he had one trick. He came to a whistle. Otherwise, he could run like Hell for a quarter mile and stop dead, switching ends and kicking with both feet, like a mule. A pretty penny they paid for a small horse that damn near killed their only child with his one trick.They asked, warning.