Apparently I was not the only one who wanted to be a history teacher. Subbing barely paid the bills though. So when I heard of a position at a school ...down state, I took the job. It was eighth grade, state history. It meant moving to a place and a school I had never been to before, but I was up to the challenge.I got to the school a few days before students were scheduled to arrive. I was given a tour of the building by a fellow teacher, Miss Schafer. She taught math in the room right next to. But no. I don't need a plan and I don't need earplugs and I don't need no booze or coke or even a break. All I need is the will to pull myself together and keep doing what I'm doing, cycling when I'm on the bicycle, rowing when I'm on the rowing machine, sitting on the horse when I'm ... well, sitting on the horse ... It will hurt, but I must succeed. And I will succeed!I'm less sure of that when I reach halftime some hours later. I'm still sitting on the bike, clenching my teeth, my legs. And that camping weekend she had. Or the 'slumber-party' at her girlfriends. She'd had lots of chances."Shit," I let out quietly. She knew what I was thinking, for sure. But she said nothing. Neither of us did for a long time, we just lay there in the sun, close but not touching. After a long time of thinking of what to do I leaned up and over her. I had carnal intent and she knew what I wanted."No," she said calmly."Why?" I asked, half expecting the rejection. "No one is out here." I don't. Couple of weeks later, I got a call from them again. They shared their horrible experience with a couple; hence they wanted to try with me. Unfortunately, I got to know that, Radhika had lost interest in sex and was also not interested to get massaged post her first experience. I spoke to her to make her feel comfortable and I suggested Radhika and Prem to go with a romantic massage, which they accepted and we fixed an appointment for the next day.I had to travel to Chennai; all the necessary.