As most of you may have experienced, when you have a teacher as hot as Mrs. Jaymes you tend to lose focus in class and your grades do not normally do ...o well. Usually during newspaper Mrs. Jaymes would comment to me on how I always seem like I am daydreaming in class. It wasn't until about a month before graduation that Mrs. Jaymes had asked me to stay after class to talk about my last essay and my final grade. She told me before class that she would be handing out the essays and after class. ‘What does that mean?’ ‘Don’t be dumb, Mol. I saw you eat with him and go into the bed and breakfast.’ Molly sat back in her chair and sighed. Then she turned around and went back to work as if I didn’t say anything. ‘Really? You’re going to just turn away from me?’ ‘I don’t owe you an explanation.’ ‘I’m your friend and you’re making a bad choice.’ ‘I’m not five. And it’s none of your business.’ ‘Heartless bitch.’ Molly slammed her hands down on her keyboard. She looked at me and her face was. “Yes. They have pictures of me on television and they know our license number. We have to stay out of sight. It's all a big mistake.”While Carla spoke I looked around her dressing room and saw a small dressing table with light bulbs surrounding a mirror and silver containers of makeup, but I also saw a bottle of Jack Daniels and an empty glass.“Would you like a drink?” She noticed where I was looking. “I could use a drink. Then we can see how I can help you.”“That sounds good.”I walked over to. I knew she loved sex, but I never knew she would be so open-minded about this sort of thing. Was it a red flag? There had to be something she wasn’t telling me or something I didn’t know about her. Was I overthinking it? For better or worse, I decided to push those thoughts to the back of my brain and let my addiction take the wheel.We were both a little tipsy from drinking at her friend Sarah’s apartment. It wasn’t very far so we decided to just walk and enjoy the weather.“Maybe we shouldn’t.