After rinsing a few blood splatters from your face, I was unable to stop myself from lowering the cloth to your lips, watching as the water moistened ...hem. You made a small sound in the back of your throat, but whether it was from pain, enjoyment, or delirium of some sort, I had no idea.With military precision I washed down your chest and arms and began washing your legs. As I neared the wound on your upper thigh I slowed down almost completely. With a feather-like touch I brushed the cloth. Both my editor and my wife say that I should branch out to other categories and I’m working on that but it’s hard. I’ve been married three times and my first two wives cheated on me so I know what it feels like. I did a tour of Nam, lived overseas for a while and even graduated from a black Baptist College, I’m white, and so I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I write the best stories I can and usually haven’t a clue how I’m going to end them until I’m at least half way through, even then. In the classroom, she was no-nonsense, a hard worker and authoritative. True to the promise she made to the staff when her and Monica’s relationship came to light, she showed Monica no favoritism during class. It made Monica wonder often which Becky was the real one, though she usually settled on the idea that the one she saw alone was the one.Thankfully Monica did not fall into another daydream today during Becky’s class. She managed to stay focused and contribute to the class discussion of. . open, to each other." Well, we can fix that..." said Kara, finally speaking up.She had a kind grin on her face, as she walked over to Evanand put her hand around his shoulder. "I kinda suspectedit, from the way you look at my friends and I. Thanks forconfirming it. Now, are you absolutely sure, 'cause there'sno going back from a girl." Y-y-y-es..." Evan barely let out. He was trembling; butit was more from excitement than fear."Okay then." With that, Kara took a black and red pen fromher.