Summerfield, his Business Ethics Professor, too risky. Xena Pride maybe?No sooner did the name pop into his head than Arthur’s hand move to write it...onto the page. Realizing what he was doing Arthur quickly crossed the name out. His neighbor’s girlfriend was not a good choice.Xena PrideCrossing the name out didn’t erase it from the page however. Accepting what he had done Arthur put the pen down. He had made his decision. There was nothing to do, but wait and see if Xena showed up.The knock on. She put some curls through her hair with the curling iron and all that was left were heels. She had some strappy open toed black heels that were perfect, standing at 5'5 barefoot, the heels only just brought her upto average height. With the heels secured she stood up and sauntered to the full length mirror by the door, hips swaying heavily from side to side. She stopped in front of mirror to admire her handy work and she had to admit, she wanted to fuck herself... Red nails on feet in high. My head whipped around, and I automatically started to say, "No, I can't..." when my jaw dropped open and the words stuck in my throat.Standing before me was Mrs. Ball. But it wasn't her. It was the woman I had seen on the street, which explained Princess's reaction. But she was Mrs. Ball ... Mrs. Ball of my memories. Mrs. Ball from high school. Mrs. Ball who had taught me so much.All those thoughts went through me as I stared at this beautiful young woman, my open mouth making guttural noises,. Me – Ah… Again the same lecture. I am old, bla…bla…bla I am a widow, society, a mother, etc.. Come on, mam. OK, so what? Regardless of everything, I am ready to accept you. And if I am ready, why are you fearing?Teacher – Oh beta, why are you not understanding? How will I explain it to you? It’s all wrong.Me – Mam, nothing is wrong. It’s you who is not understanding. I am assuring you. We will remain happy forever. Moreover, I know you truly love me.“Yesterday I saw that love in your eyes. I.