My stress at work was mounting, but I was getting paid quite well for my services. So when April came around this year, Carol approached me. She asked...if we could continue living as we were if she took an extended leave of absence for a year or two. She wanted to tutor Sam and get him into the advanced classes for his last three years in high school. That way he would have a good chance for scholarships to college which would put less of a burden on us. Maybe we could travel, once he was safely. One of the less popular kidssaying that to me made me feel bad. My mom came home and assumed theskirt thing happened. I was not going to tell her the truth for she toldme men are not worth crying over."Leah looked at Keri. "You fucking bitch." And walked away.Keri could not stand that she messed up, saving face was more importantthan other people's feelings, "This means nothing and do not call me abitch. You raised a pervert."Leah was done with Keri so she did not give her the pleasure of. How did people walk in these things?"Are you comfortable in them yet?" she asked with annoyance."No, ma'am," I answered, trusting that honestly wouldn't get me whacked. If it did, then she was just being cruel. It was plainly obvious that I was not faking it.She sighed. "You are so lame." Her foot started tapping again and she looked at her watch. "It's quarter to five. You'll just have to get used to them on the street." On the street?" I echoed. Suddenly my arms were across my chest again and. “I fancy a dance”, Jenny explained.They bustled their way to the middle of the dance floor. The floor was shaking, and both girls felt like they could feel the bass resonating throughout their body. They began to dance, grinding their bodies together to create quite a spectacle. Emma was faintly aware that a small clearing had appeared around them on the dance floor and a few men were actually cheering them on. Jenny took the lead, positioning herself so that she had a leg between Emma’s. As.