” “Hey, I just got off the exit.” “Dat’s wassup. Pull around to the back. You can park next to a red Nissan,” he said peering out the wind...w. “Okay. What room?” “Bitch, I’ll tell you when you park.” “Okay, daddy.” Jeremiah pulled into the parking lot of the seedy motel. There were crack whores milling about and lots of Cadillacs & Crown Vics. He figured numerous Black men were here getting pussy and ass. He drove to the back and found the car he was supposed to park next to. “I’m parked,” he. ‘Not yet,’ I say. ‘But I want to.’We fool around with the chit chat for a couple minutes but we both know what we want – and that we are going to get it. I love that feeling.She got into the car and we took off. It’s a two seater and the hood was down. Her legs were stretched out in front and slightly parted, her hair was dark, and she looked straight at me as she lifted her arms showing me her armpits rich with the thick curly hair there, as smoothed her hair.‘Where are we going,’ she asked ‘I. OK?" Oh, Janet, I just don't know what to do now." Now, you go teach class. Concentrate on that. We'll get to the rest next."TuesdayJanet got through most of the day without panicking over the Carter problem. She had checked the school handbook on how to handle the situation and had gotten no useful advice from it. If she proceeded as if Ellen was at fault, then a talented teacher would go to jail and be lost to education. If she treated Homer as the aggressor, however, she was obliged to expel. Then as she left the suite, he switched back to channel 3 to make sure she got onto the elevator. He turned the television off and stood up at the window to do some stretching of his own while he waited for Angela to reach her car. He was in the kitchen getting another drink when the key chain in his pocket made three quick beeps. This meant that Angela had reached her car. It seemed a little quicker than normal for that elevator, but not quick enough to cause alarm. He took the key chain out.