”“I have before,” Liz admitted with a frown. “I’m not proud of it but I’ve done it.”“Years ago,” I added.“Huh?” Liz asked, lost ...in her thoughts.I repeated my statement.“Oh, yeah, God, I was like 18 or 19 when it happened,” she said. “I’ve been cheated on a lot and I don’t like it. I don’t play that game.”“Me, either,” I said.“I knew that,” Liz said again. “I heard one of the cheerleaders at school saying you totally shot her down.”“Uh, that was years ago, too,” I pointed out. “When I was at. The alarm clock rang. 5:00 am. I reached over and slapped the snooze. It was May 1st, the time of year that I hated getting up early. I am a teacher, and while I love my job, between Spring Break in March and Memorial Day, we had no days off. Everyone, teachers included, were ready for a break and the end of the school year. I got up, showered, dressed and headed to the kitchen to eat breakfast and get my lunch ready. Though I didn’t like getting up early, it was a part of the day that I. That has end."Waving his right hand around to then point an index finger at his chest, "If all this has taught me anything, it's that from now on, I'm looking out for number one first."Holding up two fingers close to her face he glared slowly anger building within him, "Right now I've only got two interests, and neither one of them is you. The first is me. The other is the children."Susan's grimaced slightly and pulled back at his words and the fingers he waved so closely in front of. She was in charge. She applied some red powder to her cheeks to complete her face.Cortney then examined her wigs to see which would be the look for tonight. She thought it was too bad that she couldn’t be a chameleon and wear them all. They each provided a different personality – the long black hair made her into the ‘goddess of darkness’, the flaming red tresses that cascaded over her shoulders made her into a ‘red hot tempstress’, and the strawberry blonde gave her the look of the.