” A little explanation here; our French class put on a skit at the Christmas concert (it was still legal to call it a ‘Christmas' concert then). I...was Santa Claus, tall, about 6'2" and 140 pounds. I made a perfect Santa! One of our class members had a little Radio Flyer wagon I scrunched up in, and Ginger was the reindeer, pulling Santa across the stage. She had on a little reindeer outfit with horns on her head and her nose lipsticked bright red as Rudolph. Ginger pulled Santa to the middle of. "I'm all ears." This is no laughing matter, Mr. Hawkins," she said, frowning."I'm not laughing, believe me. I'm taking this just as seriously as you are." I was afraid you'd laugh," she said, uncertainly.He looked at this complicated woman who had upset his normal, sedate, almost boring world. He'd dreaded getting a student teacher, then been delighted when it turned out to be Cee Cee. Since then the proverbial pendulum had swung both ways. Now it looked like it was on the side of things that. She always used to be back by ten or eleven in her virginal days, but then it got to midnight before I would hear her entering the house, quietly going into her quarters - and then sometimes it got to be even two o'clock or after before she'd get back. I'd stay awake, waiting for her return: sometimes walking back to our house or sometimes on the back of a motorbike. I knew then, of course, that she wasn't just innocently singing and dancing at the village kara-oke, but probably getting fucked. Wes replies, “We’ll stop by the store on our way to the gym in the morning. I’m sure they’ll have the same one you had before.” With that settled, Wes leans in to give Katrina a quick peck on the lips, her lips move to meet his, but she keeps her head and eyes facing the book she is still intently reading.Stepping over into the bathroom, he starts brushing his teeth at the sink. Examining his reflection in the mirror, he notes a single gray hair poking out the side of his temple. Otherwise he.