When I returned he was sitting on the bed, his shoes were off and he was sipping a beer. I turned off all but one small light in the room, walked over...to face him, undid the robe and let it fall to the floor then sat down beside him. I then took the beer and had a nice long sip. Handing it back I put my hand on his leg and slowly moved it up; by the time I was rubbing the bulge again he was breathing harder and the bulge was growing more. We both knew what he was there for…why fuck around?There. Uh... I should apologize for the way I spoke to you that day," I said quietly, trying to suppress the rush of blood that was threatening to make my ears glow. "No matter what... had happened, I had no call to use obscenity and four-letter words like that." That's okay," she said, her eyes searching my face for a clue as to what I was thinking. I shook my head."No... I'm embarrassed when I remember the way I acted that day, Sherrie. Mom and Dad didn't raise me to talk like that. Mom would've. Educating the younger generation was always my passion. Somewhere along the way, I switched to psychology as my major. Perhaps, I wanted to understand the intricate knowledge of human emotions, thoughts, and what drives a person.After practicing as a psychologist for a year, I went back to my passion – educating the younger generation. I joined a reputed college that had just created a position, Guidance Counselor, not a very traditional position in India.I was intrigued by the job description. Roy stated, “We have heard that you spent the first school night with Sylvia Marks, but we already knew that. We also heard that you’ve been seen talking to Terri and then the both of you disappeared suddenly for an unknown amount of time in an unknown place. Word is this has happened more than once or twice, depending on who you are hearing it from. And of course, pretty well everyone knows you banged Heather under the bridge last night — twice.”Bill sadly commented that Heather had never.