Leaning forward, he clamped my head in his hand before he began licking my lips.As his mouth moved to my ear he whispered, “I’m not a webbing spid...r, I’m a nesting spider,” he said, before he fervently commenced nibbling on my ear.We chatted a while longer afterward, before excused himself and headed back to his buddies. After a brief exchange with them, he returned to me.“Let’s drink up and get going,” he manfully instructed.Once outside, he produced two helmets from the huge side compartments. My wife had madea couple of lovely salads, with lots of vegetables. "This lookswonderful," I said. "I guess you decided not to put any of that friedpopcorn chicken in it this time." That's right," she replied. "I've decided that we should be eating morehealthy and I know that after you get used to it you'll like it. We'vehad too much protein and carbs in our diet. We should be eating morefruits and vegetables. After all, we want to keep our girlish figure,don't we?" she said with a. Cami was, well, breathtaking, there was just no other word for her. Smooth caramel skin, ringlets of mahogany hair and green eyes that always seemed to sparkle with some kind of mischief. She was only an inch taller then me, but standing next to her made me feel like a heifer in a straw sack. Neither of them were good for my ego, but they were such amazing friends that I couldn’t have cared less. Johnny grinned, his eyes lighting up. ‘Do I smell trouble?’ He wasn’t wrong. Together Cami and I. If she could just get the elusive tenure, she knew her future was secure without depending on Raymond and his fickle bosses in the market.The last few years had become progressively worse at Lincoln High School with the influx of Hispanic immigrants and transplanted black youth from the newly incorporated district on the other side of the tracks. Large segments of the white families who had lived in the Lincoln High School district slowly eroded out to the suburbs and the newer buildings built.