Identical

Numb Cannot Fight Such Need

So I turned to Mike, Valley hard-ass in more ways than one. Mom says, That boy is trouble. You steer clear, understand?

Like I give a rat skinny pink but about what mom thinks.

Actually, I'm amazed she even noticed. Maybe she has spies you keep an eye on us when she can't be bothered. After all, it wouldn't do for a daughter of a United States congresswoman

To get pregnant, now would it? Oh, she would shit, she had any real idea of the things I do with Mike. So is she has spies, they must be voyeurs. I know it's ridiculous, but I glanced around.

Nope, no discernable spies. Good thing. Mike and I are taking off at lunch. We probably won't eat much. (No sandwiches, anyway) So if I do head back to class after work, it will be in an altered state.

Self meditation firmly at the top of my agenda, I blow through Lawler's history quiz, put my pencil down, and sit staring out the window, waiting for the Bell. The black shape materializes in the sky,

When sorry for the missed. Buzzard? No, as it means, I see it's a condor. Some kind of omen there. As i consider exactly what kind, someone test my shoulder. I wheel round. Finish? Ask Mr Lawler.

I'm not in Hand of my paper, and when I look into his gold flecked green eyes, I think for about the hundredth time what a fine guy he is. As if I had said it out loud, he smiles. You may go, then.

I smiled right back. Thanks. See you tomorrow. I pick up my books, stand with deliberate Grace, and as I walked towards the door I feel eyes on my back, and I'll at least one pair belongs to him. Men are so easy.