Molly took it automatically. She noticed the delicate, manicured fingers that contrasted against her own, dry from constant washing and wearing latex ...loves. Molly felt like a servant meeting the lady of the house. ‘And you,’ she said. Her heart was cracking and she wondered if the others could hear it. So this is Chelsea, she thought with a sinking feeling. Chelsea who’d been with Jake for two years, then left, and now was back. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call, Molly.’ Jake was torn at the look on. ........................................................................................................... "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well, she was in college. I was taking the year off to try and get my life. Then, he seemed to instantly become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the magazine and left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldnt be good if he knew I was watching…whatever the heck I was watching! Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10, and I never understood why. Daddy wouldnt talk much about it, except to refer to her as a Two-Timing Bitch…whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being. CS 49 and CMPE 46 were computer science and we blew the labs away in one night. We set a new schedule for ourselves. We studied two classes on Monday, challenged the classes on Tuesday, then did the lab on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. If we finished on Thursday we had Friday free for FUN! Then we would fly somewhere eight hours away. Sleep, eat, and fly back to San Jose. Repeat next week with new classes. Luckily all of the labs were open, with no instruction except the syllabus. We made it.