One day Kevin got his mid-term with a “D” marked in red at the top of the page. He asked me to tutor him in history or he would get two “F’s�... and flunk out of college. Well, for three weeks I tutored Kevin and he got an “A” on his next exam. He was ecstatic and invited me back to his dorm room to “celebrate”. The minute I entered the room my suspicions was correct. The room had gay pride posters and pictures of male movie stars on the walls. Kevin said “you can tell I am gay” and you have been. I was trying on this teal sweater dress of her's that had a white stripedown the middle and a black flower pattern down the middle that came tomy mid thigh. My white heels matched the dress, as did my earrings, andas I modeled it I remembered her wearing it to the end of the year dancelast year when her and Mike first started dating at the end of eighthgrade. I remember thinking how pretty it was, how it showed off hercurves as it hugged her body and now here I am wearing it, hugging whatcurves. I always insisted on authenticity.The school also offered a masters in forgery and a minor in the theater art of disguise. That school taught me just about every possible criminal skill, things useful only during a war.They didn't teach me to kill in the school. Sure, they taught me how to kill, but no one can teach you to do it. By the time of Carlton's visit I had killed more men than I could live with. Sometimes I killed them in train wrecks, or burned them alive in a fire bombing of their. “Thank god for that.”The bus driver pulled into the stop and opened the doors. As we got off the bus she grabbed my hands. “So you have like an hour and a half until you have to be there?” She asked. I nodded. “come with me.” She started dragging me across the road. She dragged me down a deserted alleyway and threw me against the wall. She launched herself at me and I found myself buried back into that passionate kiss we had started on the bus.One of her hand cradled the back of my neck drawing.