He smiled and ran one hand through his mop of unrulyhair. " I think it would be just fine." Then he just stared me down. I was dumbstruck. Did this k...d want sex with me? Was that it? What was going on? My heart almost exploded out of my chestwhen I dared to think that maybe this punk kid really liked me, wasattracted to me a thirty-five year old man. I was after all, in good shape.I worked out, and I was considered good looking if not drop-dead gorgeouslike Jake. "Tell you what, Jake. Let me. She had a slow cooker in her hand and a broad smile on her face. For some reason, I wanted to scream at her to get out and that Tommy was mine, I then had the urge to throw up.“Shit!” was all I could say, before running out of the kitchen with my hand over my mouth.I heard some talking behind me then, “Laura?” as Tommy came after me.When he found me talking to the great white telephone, he held my hair back as he stroked my head, being patient and kind, as he always was when it came to me.“I’m. I shoved back, giving him a warning look, but the bell went. He sent me a glare that clearly indicated unfinished business.Schoolwork was ridiculously easy, given the level of education I carried in my old brain and I found myself tearing through what was put in front of me. By the end of the first lesson, Mr Maple, my Maths teacher, was giving me curious looks. He had chided me on showing all the proper working as I skipped over steps, but gave each of my solutions a tick as he walked round. Put on some old clothes and go sit on the sofa."I went to the kitchen for a drink and thought about what to do. I had to be careful. I didn't want to hurt her of course, or say the wrong things. But she wanted something different. When I heard her settle in the living room I went storming down the hallway."There you are, stupid bitch. Always sitting on your ass, dressed like shit." I grabbed the top of the t shirt and pulled ripping it partly away. "Fucking lazy skank. No dinner when I get home.