With each call, each visit when the girls came home, our relationship ripened.I had been blinded by grief to the loving woman near me. The sunlight of...that bright spring day pushed away the shadows letting me see clearly, maybe for the first time.She was on her knees, legs spread for leverage. Her brown hair was piled on her head, secured by a blue and white bandana. She was valiantly pulling on the stump of a dead bush to extricate it from the soil. Holding it with both hands, she was wisely. The ones in the second pile were pretty much out of it for the first go round. That was one of the things I was going to discuss with Mr. Jenkins and the board at 9. How many programs would I be allowed to do?At 8:45 I went over to Mr. Jenkins office and sat in the waiting room. I chatted with his secretary for a few minutes then I worked on the smart phone. At 9 the secretary told me to go in, that they were expecting me. Mr. Jenkins started the meeting off by reading a letter of thanks for. In the dim light he could see couples dancing. He’d been expecting a much bigger place, not that he minded, as long as he was with her.“Get us a couple of drinks, wine for me,” she said, “I’ll head back and grab us a table.”Ordering the drinks, he made his way into the backroom with them, then he stopped and looked around for her. The center of the room was open for dancing, chairs and small tables were scattered around the perimeter. In some places two or three tables had been pushed together. “Bend over and grab the chair, and I’ll undress you then,” she said sternly.Miss Simons bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair just as so many students had done on her command.Melissa stood beside the now bent over Miss Simons and lifted her skirt up above her waist. She looked down at the older woman’s thighs and smiled as this was getting better by the moment. Once the skirt was above Miss Simons waist, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and yanked them down to her.