The polish film didn’t have subtitles so we had no clue what was going on. I applied for Graduate school up and down the coast. I wasn’t going to ...o any further from mother than that. None of them would accept me. I had to know why. I didn’t understand. I went to the small liberal arts college that was just across town and hunted down the chair of the department. She was a cold woman – nothing like my mentor. Yes, I wanted to fuck her but I don’t think she fucked. I had a mastery of the. Man, had no money to pay me compensation, especially from gaol, as he was. He was just a lazy prick who used the women to save him working; he was a pimp and he didn't care how they made the money. The woman mum killed worked as a street prostitute at The Cross. I have been struggling to keep the house going: rates and everything else leaves me no money for any private life and I was seriously considering selling it."It's a thirty year old, brick veneer, ten bedroom monstrosity, with a four car. THAT would be a far better gift than anything she had gotten yet. Instead, Suzy quietly watched Mr. Franklin leave, his tall frame almost lumbering, but not quite. Suzy always marveled at how Mr. Franklin, by far the youngest teacher at Midvale High and the one all the girls talked about, was able to have such a strong, forceful body but such a soft, innocent face. When he taught, his gestures were always strong, while his dark, almond shaped eyes almost implored his students, begging them to. ”“Slap yourself on the hip if you start getting too happy,” she said dryly and patted my surgery scar to demonstrate. She winked at me and then she was gone to check on some of the other patients. I was on cloud nine.When Eve came to visit me later in the day, she looked at me oddly. “You okay?” she asked.“Yeah,” I told her. “I’m feeling pretty damn good actually. Why? Don’t I look it?”“You look high,” she said. “I figured they must have put you on some kind of new medication.”I shook my head..