"I never saw the letter. The manager of my fan club is the one that responds to them." I tried reasoning with her."Well maybe next time you will hire ...omeone who respects the view points of women." For a moment there I thought I had reached her through sympathy. Then she added, "As for now it looks like you get to experience what girls go through..." Tears rolled down my eyes. All I could do is sit there and cry, "Aw, isn't that cute. I see my new little daughter is starting to accept her new. "I don't know why I feel so threatened by her around you. I mean, I know you love me and everything, but she's younger, better looking, and more sexually liberated than I am. I'm just afraid you might find her more exciting than me and I'll lose you." You don't have to worry about a thing," Paul soothed. "I much prefer being with you." Reaching down, he raised her running bra up over her breasts and then over her head, leaving it on the floor. "Mmmm... that's much better," he said with a large. We got loud and in a fit of anger I threw a pair of ink pins at him.Even though this was my first time meeting this student, I did know a little about her reputation. She was one of brightest students in the school. Her grades definitely put her on the college or university but the downside was that she had a bit of an ego. I was going to correct that today.“Stacy, do you think your outburst is a proper reflection of a student of your academic prowess?” “No, Ms. Saba.” “So knowing that it isn’t. I cry for another hour before I finally run out of tissues. I resign myself to the fact that I’m going to have to get out of the car and go to the public restroom in search of something. Everyone stares at me as I walk toward the building. I finally make it inside, look into the mirror and see my face is as red as my eyes, my makeup is streaked down my face. I splash cold water on my face and use the harsh paper towels to dry it. I try to tell myself that he’s not worth crying about, but my.