She expected us to write a paper (by hand, in two hours, on the spot) responding to a question that would tie together all the different things we rea...d (maybe 2500 pages in total). I wasn’t sure how anyone could be ready for something like that.“I was thinking,” Kara continued. “Maybe… do you want to study for it? Together, I mean. I just thought that we could compare our notes and stuff.”“Uh, yeah, sure,” I answered. “When do you want to get together?”“How about we meet at the library tomorrow. "Mommie!" he cried, "I can't find it anywhere!" I looked down at him, vaguely surprised that he hadn't messed up his makeup this time. "What's that, Ricky?" "My other earring. I can't find it ANYWHERE!" he startedwailing. I shushed him as well as possible, and warned him not to wake Stella. Then, just as I was getting him quieted, the phonerang. Damn. I hurriedly went to pick it up, but couldn't findthe pickle, so I had to go for the wimp phone on the wall. "Hello?" A burst of static. “I love you, John, and I love being your wife. You’re the only man I want to share my life with; no matter what we do, I’ll always be yours.”A little tear filled his eye and he quickly wiped it away.“I love you, Lisa ... each day I find a different way to love you ... you’re mine and you always will be.”We showered together and slipped into our bed. John spooned me tight against his body and we fell into a deep, restful sleep.It was Monday evening, and once again I had sweat dripping off my. Julie quickly realized what she had said, and as she regained her composure she said, “I’m sorry Jamie… I, ummm… spilled something on my desk.” Then as she extracted her hand from her aching cunt and pulled herself together she said, “And you have no reason to apologize, I know you couldn’t control what happened earlier… it was an accident.”“Thank you,” he answered in a relieved tone, and then he said, “Do you want to talk to my mom?”“I was hoping to, is she there,” Julie said as she tried to.