‘It’s like a fucking little worm,’ she explained to the listening crowd. Her voice was getting louder, reaching through the open doors into the ...treet. ‘Small and useless,’ she shrilled, ‘and….’ she drew in a breath and I could see her mind racing to capture the right adjective. I braced myself. ‘…miniscule!’ she said triumphantly. Now, there was a time not long ago when I would have seriously questioned whether Bec would even know a word like ‘miniscule’. There’s no doubt about the quality of. Then I saw the cop pull his large automatic and as John raised his hands above his head, the cop shot him point blank. I screamed, "John." and made a desperate run toward him. John lay still, not moving, seeming to not even breathe. I was afraid he was dead. I cradled his head in my lap and tried to stop the flow of blood from his chest and mouth.Then I heard a siren; it kept coming closer and closer. It stopped and the next thing I knew, someone had lifted John up and took him away from me. I. He was the more handsome of the group and although sat down he was clearly taller then the others, broad shoulders and classic chiseled features. He had held Evelyn’s gaze seductively a few times and she had been the first to lower her eyes but she was flattered at the attention of such a young man who she figured was no more than 21 years of age. After a second gin and tonic with no sign of Margaret, Evelyn was ready for bed and made her way once again to her room. As she left the bar she. “Besame mucho,amiga…ah,ah,ah”(Time for the Rabbit, I put it in and turn it on. Baby, you are such a smooth operator! I squirt and splash all over the sheets and books and I am ready to go again but…)It’s time to take a shower and prepare for American Lit. class and Ms. Green. I love her. She likes to flirt and wink. Conversely, I haven’t been able to share my feelings or fantasies with her or take things further. It’s a confusing situation except when I’m masturbating. During which time,.