" That's why I hire an office manager and a CPA. I can shove all the dirty work onto them," Amber said offhand.I was just about to say something in re...ponse when the door popped open. "Good lord, why the hell do I even NEED to take English Lit? Everybody's dead and I don't CARE what they thought!" E-Beth stomped in and flung her bag to the side."That bad, huh?" I asked."Ohmigod. I totally FAILED that class."Amber piped in, "Translation: 'Maybe I got a B... MAYBE.'" She rolled her eyes.I looked. One look at his eyes told me that this time he was out for blood. Trying not to sound scared I said in a laughing tone, ‘Cute, Morrison, now get the fuck off me.’ This produced a cold chuckle from him as he used his body weight to knock me down into the bed. ‘Yeah fucking right, Pamela. You spend all night fucking some ass hole junk dealer and you think you’re gonna tell me to get off of you?’ I could see it all over his face. He looked wild, crazy, like the angry rock god about to strike me. ” “Down?” “She can be a little loud, don’t you think? Very pretty though!” and again, they all laughed the boy’s own club laugh. “Caitlin, Ben and Ben have been friends since they were toddlers. They became friends because they both had the same name. Played in the same football teams together their whole lives,” smarmed Richard. “Football?” “Caitlin, whatever is wrong?” he asked. “Sorry,” I stuttered, shaking my head a little. “I was thinking about who you mean. Jenny, obviously, the other two. The young principle, cut just the summer before from his final pro league team, hired me Johnie on the spot. An interesting young man of whom I would later find out that all the young teachers nicknamed Clark Kent because of his chiseled face and heavy black framed glasses. It was a rather large grade school. Times were tough forcing the district to consolidate three schools into one. I was glad that my schedule only called me in twice a week as the noise of youth was rapidly fraying the.