Friday night, after class, I walked in the door only to be greeted by an even bigger mess than usual. Her socks were on the floor (mmm, she was barefo...t) next to a pair of jeans (mmm, was she in her underwear?), a sloppy pile of books sat in front of the coat closet, her laptop laying next to them. I could see my jar of peanut butter on the kitchen counter, the top not even on it, the knife she’d used sitting next to it, probably stuck to the damn counter by now. On the coffee table, there must. My dad gave me bedroom on 1st floor so that there is no disturbance. My younger brother would always be out playing cricket and my Mom was in kitchen so we were alone. If someone was coming up stairs the sound would alert me. This tempted me to seduce him. We would be sitting next to each other and I started brushing my foot against his when he was explaining.Initially, he withdrew and then glanced at me. Slowly he moved his foot and lightly pressed mine and waited for my reaction. Without. Mary was smart, caring, always cheerful, and never swore. She went to church. Her parents were rich. Meanwhile, Sean struggled in school, ashamed of his unemployable drunken father and their rundown bungalow. He could only afford college because of a sports scholarship. Someone so angelic could never love a mongrel like him.At one time he fantasized they would be each other’s first—discovering each other’s bodies then locking eyes as they joined. That dream died when Mary slept with Billy. I said no problem since I knew what it was like to be laid off and looking to change careers as I had done the same several years earlier. I agreed to stop by the next day I had off. It was a warm spring morning I called Dale and asked if she would be available for a computer class she was available and happy that I would be teaching her. Dale was about 55 divorced a few times and a bit overweight but she had a joyful attitude despite her recent situation. I drove over and met her at her place.