" He looked at me as though he'd won somekind of victory. I granted him as much and smiled at him in return. Still,I was tired of this and was glad th...t I could make my exit without anyfurther ado."Very well, Mr. Qwerty. I shall do my best to provide you with therequested letter from my doctor as soon as possible," I said whilestanding. I grabbed the documents I'd given him earlier out of his handand made my exit. He made no attempt to stop me. It seemed I was out of school earlier than. She could still taste her son’s salty effluence on her tongue. “Psalm 52:8. I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever.”“Point made, Jules. I trust His plan.” George turned to look up at his wife. She looked so radiant and beautiful. Truly full of life. He smiled. “You always seem to –” A whining hiss came from the valve and then a spray of water. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” George stood, pushed past Julie and raced down the hall toward. But occasionally life throws us a little test, a moral pop quiz, call it. It happened to me once. I failed. Oh, it wasn't a simple true-false or multiple choice test. This was more like a moral SAT. Let me explain.It started innocently enough. I had just returned from a hard day of work at my new job. I parked at the apartment complex where I was living temporarily. As I got out of my car I noticed a young lady getting some groceries out of her car a few spaces away. It looked like she had too. ”Once they were positioned, I had them lock adjoining legs around the other, splitting their crotches apart. Both lay there with eyes closed, I suppose wondering what I had in store for them next. I reached out a hand to Tracy for the lotion, then poured some into one hand and letting it warm up a little. Dipping my fingers into my palm, I lathered up the fingers on one hand and transferred a gob to the other.“Ok ladies. From here on in you call the shots. At any point you decide you don’t like.