Let’s stop to talk to Mr. Anderson in the gym.”Mom left for work and we made the rounds of the teachers. They seemed nice. I recognized just one o... them. Ms. Levy taught freshman English. I remembered having a crush on her in V1’s freshman year. She got married and quit teaching the next summer. I thought she was beautiful the first time around. She was stunning this time. She was in her early twenties, I guessed, though she said it was her second year teaching here. Her smile was. She said nothing about giving notice. The office had been her second home and even now she realised that she would be very sad to give it up, particularly with the close relationship that had developed with the Honeys.Her first concern on arriving home though was Gerry's eye."No problem," he said. "It's back to normal. Although," he added as she joyfully attacked him, "in case it goes wonky again I'm to avoid over-exuberance with my fiancée." Spoilsport!" Then she sobered up. "I'll try. How. "You'll clean it up. Now."Her eyes flick toward the animal, stretched out on a fleece-covered dog bed in the the corner behind him, snoring softly. Her eyes close briefly; a look of utter exhaustion crosses her face as she opens them again, rolling stiffly to her hands and knees. He aims a kick at her anyway, smiling as his boot smacks her solidly in the cheekbone, raising a strangled moan. She stops short, gathering the leash trailing from her collar and lifting it toward his hands, head. Being summer she was barefoot, which stirs my blood,beautifully smooth and wonderfully shaped small feet toppedwith legs to take your breath away. Cut off jeans and aclose fitting T-shirt showed her body to be exquisite,medium sized breasts giving a perfect proportion to herframe. The more I looked at her face the more I felt myselfwondering….Anyway, we’re not there yet.Simone helped me bring things up from the car chatting allthe time. I learnt more about her, the divorce had.