The rocks and roots on the forest floor of the trail kept her looking ahead, and the hills and valleys worked her body. When she was done, her mind ...almed a little, as it always did, on seeing her cabin. She had worked so hard for the cabin, and she loved the cozy, woody home. It was the coming home to the empty house, the same old job day in and day out, the never-changing routine that was starting to break her. The same old self-incriminations that if she would just get her act together,. . You know, some reaction.I carefully get back on the roof and approach the two smokers, a third person with them who's enjoying some sweet second-hand exposure. They're making quips of how hellish shopping has been this season. One of the smokers, a woman, apparently has three kids, and has to buy presents for each of them. That's right, it's almost Christmas, I completely forgot. Not surprised that wasn't on my mind. I wave my hand in front of her face. No reaction from any of them. I pick. At sharp 8pm the door bell rang and waiter from outside said loudly room service. As per Arjun’s order i was wearing my transparent nightie without wearing any bra and panty inside as the air-conditioner was On, my pink nipple was poking out of the thin materiel of the nightie, Arjun was sitting on the sofa and asked me to open the door and let the waiter follow me to come to our table.I reach the door and opened it without looking at the waiter and told him to come inside and close the door, I. "Mrs. Taelie," suddenly boomed the voice of the teacher at front. I gulped and saw him with his hands on his hips. The whole class perked at the severe voice, then turned to the girl en masse. This was it, I thought. And I held a breath in wait -- wait for some kind of clarification, or dissipation of this surreal moment. But instead, what I heard was even more surprising. "Are you fucking yourself in my class, young lady?" Yes!" squeaked Rachel, whose face shot forward, but whose fingers.