Just as I was getting dry I heard a knock and the front door open and Adam shouting hello down the hallway so I shouted back just in the bedroom won't... be a minute but Adam just walked straight up and stood in the door way as I still had the towel around me, not thinking anything of it I carried on about my duties not being revealing maybe just a little bit of thigh as I put some moisturizer on but the whole time chatting away, I had done everything possible I could do without dropping the towel. I had to do an evening pick up and it was Natalie, the girl who I’d fucked in the stockroom a few months back. I wasn’t looking forward to it but with mixed feelings decided to go with the flow no matter how awkward or difficult it might be. When she came out she looked different. She'd put on a smudge of normal make up instead of her black stuff and she actually looked pretty if not sexy. We exchanged a few words as I set off for home and she was unusually very chatty, and I thought flirty.. He put the flowers on the windowsill, the card in the middle drawer and handed out the books to his English class and asked them to start reading, right from the top, Act One, and said that it was a love story. He waited for it, knowing it was coming. That's what this is, we're all playing parts; we have our roles, our lines. It's ridiculous."It's Shakespeare," one boy said loudly. Several people groaned."It's a love story and a comedy," the teacher said, smiling and getting the projector. The coldness of your mother was again not your fault, she was who she was due to the sexual assaults by her Father from age twelve. No one knew about the abuse she suffered from her Father, she never told her Husband, she never told anyone, and most likely she never will. You didn't know that, did you?"No, he didn't. Though he couldn't see his face he was sure shock was what appeared. What else was there that he didn't know?"Your father, he loved her very much. He suspected that her home life.