She used to put the music on full blast and we would dance around in our night clothes cleaning and being silly. So turning on kiss FM radio I turn up...the volume and began to dance around while I get to work. Before I know it it’s dark outside, I look around me checking everything is done, it took a while but every counter in the house is clean and shiny, all the washing up is done, most the washing is finished but a bit more to do, surprising how much wash a single man can generate. I don’t. . all in all ... after the three weeks in the Restoration Chamber ... John had had a marvelous six weeks.The ceiling had this drink ... a restorative, Cassie called it ... that would have made John a billionaire if he could take it home. Completely satiated sexually, a glass of that concoction and both of them were ready, willing and in the middle of that big bed again.Because Cassandrian women didn’t keep score, they didn’t set records ... but they were both very well fucked when Cassie sent. We just didn't give the same credit to someone filling in for a day or two when the regular teacher wanted a day off.In today's society, I knew that substitute teachers weren't looked at with the highest amount of respect either, but I needed a job, and it was something different. So I took a risk, and jumped head-first into something I knew nothing about.Four years later, I could not believe my luck. I was having a blast, hanging out with a bunch of awesome students in high schools, and more. You were nice to all of us.”“But I’m a nigger!” he said explosively.“No, you are not,” said Bernadette, staring steadily at him. “I like you, and I’ve never liked a nigger in my whole life.” She looked confused. “You are just Curtis Lee, to me, she said. You’re colored, but I don’t care. I like you.”“I can’t stop thinking about you that way,” he moaned.“Okay, then, so you’ll have to think about me that way. Since you actually saw me, I suppose I can live with that.”“Really?” he said weakly..