All that is to explain how I knew to call Michael, the kid whose girlfriend Jane got me shot."Michael," I said into the cell phone. "Tell me something...about Angel Jo," I demanded."Nice to talk to you again Lucy," he said sarcastically. "She is one bad bitch. She smuggles dope and people here from Mexico. The people bring the drugs in as payment for their passage over the river. Hell the politicians help her with her business. They pols want to illegals to vote for them so they make sure we. You play with my ass a while, then stand, tell me to stand up and take your clothes off. I unbitten your shirt and it falls to the floor, as I pull your T-shirt over your head, you keep your arms raised and tell me to lick your pits clean. I don't want to saying it's gross, but you again grab my balls and squeeze, telling me to do as I'm told or you'll squeeze them off. I lean in and lick your sweaty pits, and it isn't as bad as I thought. When I get one clean I move to the other and as I do so. Her mom had left them when Andrea was ten and her dad had been raising her as a single parent ever since. He absolutely doted on her and when she told him she would be taking some art lessons from the one and only Coretta James, he got all excited and asked if there was any chance she could get a portrait of herself done. Andrea thought that would be asking a lot and would probably be way too expensive but she told him she'd ask. Very much to her surprise, Mrs. James thought it was a great idea. But, I have to leave the classroom since the janitors are going to be making repairs here this afternoon. I only live a block from here, so if you have time, we could walk to my place and go over everything after school today."Now, things are different today when the idea of a student going alone to a teacher's house is absolutely verboten. But, in those days, it was not unusual at all for students to visit teachers' homes. I had been invited into their homes by much older female teachers on.