"You don't even know me," Julie said, with a little laugh. "I'm a poor working mother with two little girls." I'll bet they're just as attractive as t...eir mother," Craig said, smiling back at her."For the record, Julie, the fact that you have children doesn't discourage me... not even a little bit."The Seeds of Affection grow... From that morning on, Julie would walk along until she heard the sound of Craig Lane's car slowing down. She would feel her heart give a pleasant little lift as he. "Just nervous." Don't be, it'll be fine." She gave me a quick reassuring hug. I lookedat her, she was wearing her usual getup; ripped denim jeans and a red t-shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while and her breastshung loosely, her sneakers were also in a bit of a state as well and sheneeded new ones. Her black hair was cut short and messy, looking likeshe had just got out of bed, which she probably had as she was verylazy.One of the older girls sitting at the back approached our. My good friend, Boston Police Academy instructor Patterson Russell invited me to be a guest speaker before his class. I thought nothing of it so I showed up that day, looking bright and spiffy in my uniform. There were ninety people in the class. Sixty nine percent of whom were men. There were twenty five African-Americans in the group. Not bad considering we were in a Recession and the police departments around the state fired their freshest recruits whenever the Governor announced a round of. For the most part it, it worked. College life did nothing to stem her pot smoking. In fact you could even say she really started depending on it. She avoided alcohol, because of what it did to her Dad so she would smoke when her friends were drinking. Ana never saw her smoking as an addition or a problem, but she would often lose track of time. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be late. At least not until she learned a valuable lesson. It was a Wednesday afternoon during her.