Instead of showing fear, Professor Martel smiled. *** The moment I opened my eyes, I knew things would be different. I hadn’t been to classes for 3...weeks. The leaves already changing their colors from emerald green to an array of reds, yellows, and oranges. Soon they’ll all be on the ground, a sickly brown being crunched under many students in a hurry to get to the next class or next wild party. I kept having the same dream: Professor Jasper A. Martel in his black robes in the Greek Temple. “Sir, a short while ago, at 8:44, a plane crashed into the World Trade Center, the North Tower, where President Bush is. A short while later another one hit the South Tower.”Memories from my first life came rushing back to me. I think every American who was alive that day remembers where they were and what they were doing when they learned the horror of what was happening. When the news began hitting the airwaves at about 8:50 I was just pulling into the parking lot at Lefleur Homes, and. Belinda sat next to and talked mostly with a dark haired woman and I thought she might be Carla.The band started to play and guys started going over to the table and asking the girls to dance. Belinda danced with two or three different guys, but didn't seem to show an interest in any of them. About eight a guy asked the woman I thought might be Carla to dance and when the music stopped she went back to the booth where he had been sitting with two buddies and sat down with him. She danced with. John kept his hands in front of his still throbbing cock as he hurried out of the room. The halls were packed and Ms. Applebaum was right in front of him trying to keep the students in order. At the very moment he saw her, the student behind him pushed him forward, thrusting his hips toward Ms. Applebaum and wedging his thick cock between her hot ass cheeks. If she had bent over, John would have been right at the heavenly place between her hot ass and tight pussy. Startled, she looked back,.