A series of security locks later, he was able to carry the many plastic bags into the kitchen where he emptied the contents and arranged them in the c...pboards where they belonged. Lance felt a need to keep his house tidy now a woman was living there. He'd recently extended the hours that the maids would service his house each month and thrown out some of the more shabby items of furniture. He'd also, perhaps reluctantly, disposed of the last few remaining signs that he'd once shared the house. Grace walked into her English class. Chris was in it with her. She spotted him and sat down next to him. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey lady, what’s going on?’ was his reply. ‘Nothing really, just going crazy, I’m so happy this is my last class today, I need to go home and unwind.’ Chris nodded. ‘This is my last class too, come to lunch with me.’ ‘Alright, sure. I’d love to go to lunch with you sir,’ she batted her eyelashes playfully at him. ‘Actually, why don’t you come to my house and I’ll cook us something?’. I sat on that bench for I don’t know how long. My head in my hands. “Hey dude” a female voice spoke out.“Uh?” I look up. My eyes were greeted with the view of a five foot six, biker slash punk sexy looking girl. “Hey man, you alright?” Her voice was low and mellow but had genuine concern. She had short black hair, a tight white t shirt that was cut low exposing her nice 32D chest. She also had on tight black jeans and a leather biker jacket. “Eh, yeah? I’m fine” I weakly respond.“You sure” She. Lynch, but she doesn’t seem to be catching on.’ ‘That is most unfortunate. I’d rather hoped that you could conclude tutoring with Mrs. Lynch and concentrate on your current assignment. This arrangement doesn’t seem to be working out.’ I’m not prone to tears. I pride myself on maintaining my composure, regardless of the consequences. I waited quietly for the ax to fall. Instead of firing me, Mr. Blackwell handed me a compact disc in a black plastic case. ‘This is your last opportunity to save.