” The entire time Ms. Jean was fussing Nick was fixing his plate. As Ms. Jean finished speaking Nick turned to face her and said “I love you too M...ma” and kissed her as she kissed him back. As I watched the dynamics of their relationship play out I couldn’t help fantasize that it was me Nick had kissed.Nick plopped himself at the table. He was wearing blue jeans, a faded blue sweatshirt, athletic shoes and a beat-up military style field jacket. His hair was wind blown from the late October. Later I followed her out to the parking lot after school. I fucked her in her mini van. I paid one of her credit card bills over her phone before she had to go home. She did not want her husband becoming suspicious of her being out late. It was Friday. I was not sure how I was going to survive with out Mrs. Hills for two days.The next day I drove out to her house. I drove around until I spotted her pushing a baby carriage into the park. Her husband was carrying there other kid in his hands. I. ‘But, what about dessert? And don’t say that I’M dessert. I want ALL the courses.’ ‘Of course there’s dessert. Strawberries and cream!’ Dinner was a complete liquefaction of the senses for them both. She tasted the sight of his strong hands along with the spices in the lamb. Her voice inspired the wine for him and the dessert seduced him. And though they sparred like matched foils throughout the conversation, neither one really remembering what was said. By the time they had shared the last. ’ I was pissed that she wanted to have a ‘honey we need to talk’ in front of one of her friends. Beth pushed a glass of wine across the table towards me, if this talk warranted a glass of wine then it must be one heck of a conversation we were going to have. Karen made the mistake of using her foot to push a chair out from under the table for me to sit on. Karen being here now looked like she was here for moral support since the anxiety levels in Beth started to rise. I still refused to sit and.