I looked across at the still smiling black face, marveling that he was up so early when his was very much a late-night business. I guess that was the ...enefit of having quality staff to delegate to – Jill and Malcolm being prime examples of the principle. Both of them still sound asleep at what to them would have seemed an ungodly hour of the morning. Sound asleep and in different beds, in different parts of the city. Jill looking so alluring and beautiful as I’d kissed her goodbye before. My mind seemed foggy and I only now noticed it. I tried something that usually brightened up a tired mind, say when I was grading paper after paper. I tried to go through the family tree of the Saxon House of Wessex, I got as far as Cynegils King of Wessex, but for the life of me I couldn’t go further. I tried, but it was all blank until Alfred the Great some two hundred odd years later. That bothered me. Usually the rote recital got me going. Come on, I told myself, you’re a history teacher. I still had seven weeks before that and in the middle of it was the class reunion for St. Joe Valley High, the school I never graduated from.The class I graduated with at Tippecanoe Valley High School wouldn’t be getting together again officially this year, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t take a little detour and see some old friends.As I drove across Ohio, on what was absolutely the worst maintained portion of the entire route, the scenery started to look more and more familiar. By the time I. He put Bentley on the bed. The hostess lay on his side with his tail sticking off the edge. Brad slid back in. “Oh fuck, Bentley. I love fuckin’ your faggit ass. I just know I’m fuckin’ a sissy boi when I’m with you!”“That’s how you like it, White Daddy?”“Mmhmm! Faggoty. Fruity. Horny for dick all the time!”“We’re a match made in heaven.”“I would’ve married you back in ancient times.”“That’s hot! Hell, if Tisha ever leaves me, I’ll gay marry you now!”“I’m such a homewrecker. I be doing her hair.