Clark was just happy enough to sit in the break room, try to bring her blood nicotine level back into balance, and try to gather her strength, while s...e wished she taught at the high school, wondering what had ever convinced her she wanted to teach elementary school.At that, she was glad she'd turned down the chance to go over to the middle school this year. The elementary kids were bad enough, but when they got a little older and reached puberty, it was hormone hell over there.But, today was. I guess that made me relax a little. “Well I am going to have a shower” she said and headed for the bathroom as Mr Walden came out still in a robe. I was taking the dishes out of the dishwasher when he came up before me and put his arms around me. “Yesterday was so good” he said “I hope I didn’t hurt you honey”. I turned around and I kissed him. “No it was so nice” I said “anyway Mrs Walden’s vibrator helped”. I immediately thought “I should not have said that”. “Well I think the real thing is. There was a wood floor, instead of the packed dirt floor I’d been expecting, and a wooden counter near the front door with a doorway behind it draped in beads leading back into the interior of the building. Dinner was the best I’d ever had. It was really good, and really cheap. A big plate of enchiladas and beans left me full, and ready for a stroll around town.It was dark by this time, and I simply wandered up and down the dusty streets trying to work off that full feeling. I ignored the. That sweet music melted my bones and I smiled warmly as I watched her brilliant smile brighten the room. ‘Mark, sweetie. Stop before you hurt yourself, please.’ ‘But it’s so good?’ I pouted with a mouth still full of food. This made her laugh even harder and I could see her eyes start to water. She stood up and forced my plate and fork from my hands. ‘Give me that before you kill yourself,’ she giggled. I watched her walk back into the kitchen, feeling for the first time in a long time those.