We continued our usual “after-glow” embrace and she asked, “what are you thinking about?” “Well, to be honest, all I really dreamed about s...everal years ago was to see the beauty mark on your left breast and maybe help you with your nylons so I could see and feel those big soft legs,” I said. “Got more than you expected, didn’t you! I was afraid at first to go this far with you, but I needed some affection,” she stated. “And, I needed some instruction, and satisfaction,” I added, “we both. I have a class later at UIL but can get back here later. Meet me at the Union café, 3:50?”She agreed.“I’m Denise Roberts. You are?”“Sharon Jones.”“Okay—see you 3:50 then!” she called as she ran off, “return my jacket later!”Denise made it to her class just before the instructor arrived, and found a seat, her pulse pounding in her temples.“Holy shit,” she thought, “I can’t get away from this crap!”The instructor began going over the material that would be covered that term and then he looked at. My eyes losefocus. My lungs fail me. I slump to the floor and drop my head between myknees.I look again. Five kids on skateboards about 10 house down. Mrs. Smith isin her fucking garden again. She's always in that damn garden. She's toobusy. Maybe I can do this. I dart out from behind the post and rush tothe curb. It takes 10 years to get there. I feel a thousand sets of eyeson me. I feel a million pictures of me uploaded to Facebook. I feel mylife destroyed.I have the paper. My bare feet slip. ‘Why should I tell you, asshole,’ he growled out. ‘Serina’s mine and you know it!’ I chuckled dryly and shook my head. ‘Serina was never yours,’ I replied. ‘Now drop the gun before I drop you.’ ‘Oh really, you’re going to threaten me when I’ve got my shotgun right up against your-‘ Before he could finish, I used my wooden sword to knock out one of his legs, forcing himself onto his knee. Then with another swipe of my melee weapon, the shotgun was out of his hands. ‘It’s been nice knowing you,.