“I am Miss Stewart. I am your new homeroom teacher and if any of you have the general science class, I am your science teacher.”Nobody cared, exce...t me. Miss Stewart. Miss, not Mrs, not Ms. She is single. As young and cute and petite as she is and using Miss in her name, I strongly suspected she had applied for Elementary school and ended up in High School daycare. I could imagine her as my 2nd-grade teacher. Miss Stewart. I could imagine her anywhere but here.The bell rang and everyone left,. You can cry all you want, but no one is going to hear you and you can forget about your parents saving you. We sent them a ransom letter from a fictious Mexican Drug Cartel and said you were being held in Mexico. No one is going to look for you here. She started crying and pleading. Why me? What I do? Jessica was interrupted by Jack saying because we can and because your just a beaner tease, and no one gives the fuck about teenage beaner whores. With that he picked her up and dragged her to the. Tomorrow the men will fight bravely behind you and Kara. Our freedom is guaranteed."Watching Grun turn and run among the fires, I head for the tent that Kara and I have called home for the last year.As I entered the tent, the smell of incense wafts across my senses. Kara is lying in the bed. The linen outlines Kara's curves. Removing my sword, I watch the candles flicker on the walls of the tent.Throwing the scented water over my lean body, I slip the loin cloth off. Standing their naked in the. Eventually Shahia got her breathing under control, and asked "How can I trust you?"Chris knew the answer to this one; he'd already discussed it with his parents, and they'd pointed out how hard this was going to be."Right now, you can't trust me. You have so much to lose, and you've seen me do some really stupid things. So of course, you can't trust me right now. But nothing's ever mattered to me before, there's never been a reason to care." Chris paused and looked directly into Shahia's eyes..