So instead of going upstairs she went to the kitchen to find Maddy. Jen needed her advice before dealing with Hannah.Maddy was helping the other girls...prepare dinner. As always the sight of her helped Jen feel better."Maddy? Can I talk to you for a minute?", she said in French."Bien sur", Maddy replied. They sat down and Maddy poured some coffee in a mug. Jen added milk and thought that Maddy's coffee tasted so good that she must have had a secret recipe or something."Mr. Devlin is back", Jen. It had been a devastating blow at first. Sara had begun to actually look forward to the opportunity to escape from the Ford Explorer domain of soccer practice with its lips gloss, mascara on the run and baggy sweatshirt and jeans uniform. After four years in college and barely beginning her career with one of the top five firms, she had traded it all for David and the boys. It had been a wonderful decade too, but at thirty-five she was more than ready to return to long commutes, conference. "You're lucky the bullet didn't shatter your shoulder bone. It's just a flesh wound."Suddenly images began to flash in my mind's eye. I was walking out of the club with my white slut on my arm. Out of nowhere, a white boy pulled out a pistol and fired it at me. Evidently, he didn't appreciate me fucking his wife on a regular basis and busted a cap in my ass. It seemed like a bad dream but nurse Betty seemed to be a cold reality.“How was your bath?” Betty's voice wasn't the friendliest. Her cold. One day at around ten in the night I went to her place to pick a book that I had forgotten there. She was drowsy when she opened the door, was sleeping. I murmured an apology and bent to pick the book from the side table, and she also bent at the same time. At the same instant two things happened, her gown was not ties tightly and it fell open from the top, exposing her lush breasts, and my elbow brushed her breast as we both bent down. We both jerked up, her sleep was completely forgotten, and.