Polly just sat for several minutes processing what she had just heard, then stood up, walked to the casket one last time, kissed her fingers, pressed ...hem to his lips, and quietly left. She stopped by the sign-in book, and turned it to the page she had signed in on to change her entry to her real name. To her surprise, she found an envelope with the name “Polly Adler” written on it. She grabbed the envelope, changed the entry, and left. Another woman walked up to Kathy and asked, “Who was that. I hope he rots in jail.”“Kind of harsh, don’t you think?”“Probably. But what the heck was he doing with all the drugs, and the gun, and whatever else they found in his car. I mean, gosh all mighty.”“I never suspected him of being a drug dealer. Maybe it was someone else’s stuff?”“I don’t know. I’m so confused with everything that has happened that I just don’t, trust myself, to see things as they should be, or maybe are. I mean he really took me in.”“You didn’t, do anything did you?”“Like. She took my beer out of my hand and pulled me on top of her, we began kissing passionately, wildly. She pulled off my shirt and ran her fingers over my chest, then put her arms in the air so I could take hers off. I pulled her shirt free and her beautiful breasts came tumbling out. They hung in my face as she leaned over me, her long blond hair was draped over us, her little brown nipples were already getting hard as I ran my tongue over them. I took her smooth brown breast in my hands and. I had freshman classes in English that could number as high as 75. There was no personal interaction just a series of taking role, trying to get a few solid points in before spending nights and weekends reading bad grammar and terrible text-phone spelling. I left all of that for a small Community College in the city where I grew up. The classes were very small, and the students were not much further behind than the large university that I left. I really didn’t notice her even though the class.