You all look a bit glassy eyed.” There was a great shuffling of papers and screeching of chairs on tile as Arthur’s classmates prepared to leave.C...osing his textbook, Arthur reached down to retrieve his bookbag from the floor. As he did so Professor O’Brien placed a hand on Arthur’s leg dangerously close to his crotch. “Not you Arthur. We’re past time for a talk.”Arthur waited for the last of his fellow students to leave the classroom before he spoke up. “You’re not Professor O’Brien are you?”. They didn't work as hard as people like Jenny. They didn't seem to be as smart. Yet their grades were higher. Yes, Tiffany's meetings with Mr. Johnson made Jenny nervous.What also bewildered Jenny was Tiffany's appearance each and every time she returned from one of those meetings. She just didn't look right. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair disheveled. But it was more than that. She often walked funny and one time Jenny thought she saw mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth. Were they. I looked over at her and a feeling of immense pride fell over me. This woman was abandoned just after she gave birth, yet through determination and hard work, had raised me, sent me to college, and was now looking after me all over again.By the time we had reached town, her skirt had risen up to the extent that I could just make out the start of the dark band of her stockings. I was beginning to wish I could see her swing out of the car as maybe I could catch a glimpse up her skirt. It worried. He also knew at this time of night, the road in front of her rented home was infrequently traveled. With an air of confidence, he flipped the cream colored light switch, illuminating her room. As Lindsay’s unconscious body lay on her back, he walked to the large mirror on her dresser to check his battle wounds. He pulled his hooded black sweatshirt off and inspected his body. Red streaks of blood had trickled down his neck to his muscular chest; wounds inflicted from her piercing.