He passed around several photos of some Coeds he had been talking to.There was one skinny Blonde who really caught my eye. She had a sweatshirt with ...my old Alma Mater on it. When I held the picture up to the light Miketried to pull it out of my hand."Hey!" he teased. "No getting lipstick on my pictures." I was just admiring her pretty feet." I replied."You and that foot fetish," scoffed Bella."I saw how you liked your getting your feet rubbed during sex," I answered.Admit it. You loved it!". "Oh, we'll just find a place."Damn. I should have done it, I should have gotten us a place to stay."But, hon, it's summer and a lot of people are traveling." Ah, don't worry about it, it'll work out."So, we drove on, in silence, until it was getting to be about four o'clock."Okay, let's keep our eyes out for a motel that won't cost us an arm or a leg."So, we all looked at upcoming road signs and, soon enough, we spotted a Motel 6 at the next exit.We waited until Roy came out. It seemed to take. Horny. And determined. Mr. Crete didn’t have a chance. The plot was quickly planned and the conspiracy was put into action.Since Chad had the most intimate knowledge of Mr. Crete, he volunteered to do the dirty work. Monday was a normal PE class. Basketball. Again. As usual. At the conclusion of the class, all the guys, Mr. Crete included, headed to the locker room, stripped naked, and hit the showers. Chad was first man in and first man out. As usual, Mr. Crete took his time and was the last. You did well. Not a good likeness." Your hair and make-up are different... It's your eyes." She's looking at me unashamedly – dreamily, even: "Pools of absinthe. Are they all you? Lenses?" Pure genetics." Lucky-gorgeous-you." "Thanks." You look older too." I cringe at the word. Older!She sees her words have cut, says. "Sorry, I meant in a good way. Like a writer should look: experienced and wise. Still beautiful, though." Did you like 'the book?" I feel I have to ask, only polite. Readers.