Leah would often be the only white woman in the room at her inner city school. Leah didn't care about race. She wanted to teach children--but that did...'t mean no one else did. She was accused by many students for being racist when she had to discipline them for even the most outrageous incidents. Needless to say at her first school she had to worry about students by passing the metal detector. At her current school she had to only worry about an occasionally skipper or the newest trend--a bold. This led to many encounters where we got together with other couples for dinner, etc. Sometimes we would get a room together.We went to a hotel one time. The girl was beautiful, but pretty shy. The man with her was older, but obviously quite well off. He told me that he would take her to an adult theater. She would wear a dress that buttoned down the front.Once they sat down, she would start to unbutton it. The men would stand around; behind, in front; or next to her and fondle her.I remember. It took almost two minutes, but then I could see him finally."Oh no! It's an old dude," I thought when I saw him. It was a man somewhere in his sixties. He walked very slowly and it was only when he was almost upon me that he noticed me. I could see how his eyes almost popped out his head and how his jaw dropped when he was looking at me. I think he even didn't believe his eyes, because he rubbed his eyes and then looked again at me.Then he started to walk up to me, and he said, "Girl, what has. . and why she blushes and stammers at certain questions.'Suddenly Tom felt like, 'A fool ... That's what I am. I trusted her, never doubting.' He shook his head, then with a sigh, pulled on the door handle and slid out.After gently closing the door behind him, Tom noticed it hadn't shut all the way. Leaning back, he pressed his butt against it, and with a firm push, heard the latch click.As Tom stood back up, he felt a lingering crispness in the morning air with just a hint of heat. Glancing at.