"I didn't know I was so handsome." Stop it Eric." Really, its good. Very good." Really?" Really really."She bit her lip and her brown warm skin gave m... a nice hug. I took a nice draught of the warm earth that always seemed to dangle about her. Like her, I loved the smell of work."Now you must show me your paintings."I smiled."Maybe."Maybe not.We moved out of the dimly lit room and into the electric light outside. Martha squinted lightly, getting used to the light."I'll just shower and come. The boys approached Miss Trottle’s classroom door. She recognized them as 2 of her sixth period class, Steve Elmore and Rich Stubbs. “Steve here lost his sports bag, its ok… he’d only left it in the changing room but we were half way to his house before he realized he hadn’t got it. He’s getting forgetful now that he’s old and leaving school,” said Rich in a playful mock tone. “I actually hadn’t thought about this but we probably wont see you again now will we?” said Steve. “I don’t expect. He lets his jacket fall to the floor and I unbutton his shirt and pull it out. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his back. My breath quickens as I touch his skin- soft, with wiry muscles underneath. He just come from work, he smells like an office. I wonder what I smell like to him when he breaks the kiss, licks his lips to taste me and takes my hand and we walk to the couch. My body is already screaming for release. I’m panting. I want him. He sits on my couch and spreads his arms. “They are in your room where they always are,” she said, patting my arm. “You are so tired from your trip.” She went to the room next door, this one a masculine room with pictures of ships and fish on the walls. She pulled out a pair of comfortable pants and a shirt and lay them on the bed and leaned up to kiss me goodnight. “Goodnight,” I called to her, wondering what the fuck to do now.I changed and lay down on the bed. There was a book by the side of the bed with a bookmark in it, as if.