Usually he'd go home and smoke a bowl while he graded the homework for the day. Somewhere in the green fog, the inspiration would come and the morning...lesson would magically appear.Lesson plans never survived first contact with the enemy ... and never let yourself believe for one second that freshmen students weren't the enemy. They were the enemy to good planning and discipline and a foe to learning. The first few years he taught he used elaborate lesson plans and those plans never made it. ? She's my girl, my precious little girl andshe is my world.? I wouldn't...Icouldn't...I didn't... *** "Help me!!!!? Help me!!!!"? Loud screaming breaks the quiet stillness ofthe early morning hours.? I jerk with thepure terror in her voice, in a voice I hadn't heard in so long.? I sit dumbfounded as her body lunges upwards;her arms reaching out to claw and scratch at the light that is now surroundingher, at the sunlight filtering through the trees. "Noooooooo!!!? Go away!!!??Help me!!!!?. By the time I got to college, well... I was pretty much obsessed with her, my obsession having a very negative impact on my social life, my few friends distancing themselves from me as my fascination with my older sister deepened into a near mania.Melanie was five years older than I was, having just turned 25, and in a strange twist of fate, she'd just been hired as the library assistant at the college I was attending. Now I could indulge my obsession any day I chose just by going to library,. She knew that this was the last straw, after this there would be no going back. Her hands trembled as she reached for the pins holding the hijab in place. She took out the pins and began to undo the hijab, her hands were still shaking. Slowly the hijab came off as her long black raven hair cascaded down her back. Fahima let go of the red cum stained hijab as it slowly fell to the floor. Donte couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched this sexy Muslim housewife completely surrender to him.