She was sort of fake, a bimbo, but I was enjoying myself as I was drunk as fuck. At least this meant I would hopefully get some seuxal tension release... without the aid of my own hand tonight. Horniness had been making me too grumpy today, after yesterday. The girl turned around and shoved her tongue down my throat, sliding her hand between our bodies and stroking the shaft of my penis, trying to get it hard. I was just getting erect when I noticed Tiffany walking out of the club, alone. Shit, I. .........................................................I lay there thinking about what Mhari had said to me yesterday, I wasconfident that she would keep my secret to herself and that she wouldstill be a friend for the rest of the trip. But everything she had saidwas correct here I was living the dream, something that I could neverhave thought possible just ten days ago. Up until then there had beensnatched opportunities to let Tracey out of her box. Now here was Traceyliving a day to day. ’ That one short phrase echoed in my head as I threw my arms around the strangers’ neck pulling him closer. A soft chuckle was the only sound I heard besides my mother yelling my name from afar. I felt the now familiar strong hands rubbing my back gently unaware of the bruises a mere inch or so below them. My yelp and flinch alerted the angel however to my discomfort and froze, slowly pulling away from me to look into my tightly shut eyes. ‘Hey, don’t hide from me darlin’ look at me so I can. Nobody would have noticed, or cared, except that same AP stringer who had broken the whole "cheerleader and professor" hoopla had been keeping an eye on Compton and heard about the dirt. It made for a nice follow up piece on the initial story. It only got twenty seconds of air on most stations, but that was enough to make people who knew the whole story smile.The board of governors also directed that Kendra Michelle Bradford be awarded a Bachelor of Arts degree in elementary education, to honor.