It meant a half hour each way on the MARTA train every day, but that was a hell of a lot better than fighting traffic all the way into the city.The wo...kload was heavier at Tech; I was teaching three courses instead of two. But I didn't care. I had only one friend in Atlanta, had no interest in dating, and just wanted one day to pass into the next. I really wanted the world to just leave me the hell alone. Fuck Marla, fuck Tim, fuck them all.Thoughts of suicide entered my mind more than once;. And that rubber thing. Man, you gotta lose that habit. I'm not gonna get into the whole health debate, I just don't like it and I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore.OK, a couple more stories about that place. I'm walking down the main trail one day, broad daylight, and right on the side of the trail, not in the bushes or anything, two guys are laying on their sides totally naked, I mean TOTALLY NAKED, and this huge fat guy is fucking this young slim k**, spooning. And they both. Jacobs. I knew that my twin sister was coming for a visit, and we thought it might be funny to play a little joke on you! You’re not mad, are you?”“Mad?! Why would I be mad? I’m 50 years old, and I just fucked a sexy 22-year-old with an amazingly tight pussy. What is there to be mad about?” I looked at Ivy, still lying beside me in the bed. “By the way, I’m the principal at your sister’s school. My name is Mr. Jacobs.” It was beyond absurd that I was introducing myself to a person next to whom. . no pictures". Holly shrugs, "fine suit yourself".All of a sudden both girls' eyes go wide and almost in unison they reach out and grab their tops, "SHIT.... LOOK" Sara points. Amanda looks back over her shoulder just as the back door swings open. She drops the joint. There in the doorway stands John, Amanda's father. He crosses his arms looking at her. She quickly reaches down picking her top up as she hears his voice boom, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?". She glances at the girls who.