.. I forgot that this is, after all, the twenty first century.Let's re-do that. It should be the mysterious new art teacher, who's obviously a bad boy...with a hidden past, rides into town on his motorcycle and starts secretly fucking the beautiful principal. She ends up pregnant and helps him to get over the secret tortures and terrifying dreams of the past he's trying to escape.It doesn't matter which version you prefer, they're both bullshit because I have no intention of ever touching another. I'll probably need that report when I apply for a job." I'd like to give you a brief checkup then, but I don't expect I'll have any problem providing you with an okay." Thank you again," I said, shaking his hand and making my way out of his office.I was excited that the biggest obstacle was out of the way. Now, it was back to school. This time, it would be a very special school.I was sitting in front of Terry Jackson the next morning."Well, your medical looks fine, so when can you be available. She joined me and listened intently as I told her my story."Cindy," I began, "Was someone whom I fell in love with. I don't know why actually, I mean she and I had totally different ideas on everything in life. We had met at a Super Bowl party. Somehow after the party I took her home and ended up spending the night with her."I paused for a second and then Madam Anastasia encouraged me to continue, "Please, go on ... don't be embarrassed to tell me anything. I'd like to know about the man who. I'll probably have to arrest you right after we finish eating."She chuckled, "Isn't charging this to the police force illegal?" Not if they don't know about it. I'm sure that you know that cops don't make a lot of money. I take care of myself. I'm not hurting. You have to look out for yourself. No one else is going to do it for you." You sound like me," she said, "I look out for myself. A woman has to look out for herself. It's a man's world."It was her third drink and she was already getting.