”“Ah Marissa, il mio piccolo fiore,” said Tony bowing and taking her hand. He kissed it and she laughed. “You look lovely as always.” And sh... did. She was wearing tight jeans, a white blouse unbuttoned enough to give you an occasional peek at the top of a white bra, and open toed sandals.“Would you like a beer?” I asked her.“No thank you. If you gentlemen would excuse me, I have appointments with my hairdresser and manicurist. You want me to look beautiful tonight, don’t you?”“Marissa, you’re. "Taking an early lunch?" We have a 12:20 history class," I explained."History?" Cameron asked. "History 130?" Kelly and I nodded yes. "I guess I should have guessed you'd be in that class too." You bet," I agreed. "What else would you expect from a civil war buff and future history teacher? I suppose you're taking it too?"Cameron cocked his head, gave me a funny look and replied, "Well, duh! I'm a buff and a history major. I scheduled that course just as soon as my advisor would let me. She. “Let’s go watch a movie. You choose which one,” Nick said smiling. “Snitch?” “The one with The Rock?” “Okay,” he said as he stood up. Nick wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and I wore a black dress. We took the clothes from Nick’s office and put them away. Then we went in the garage. “Is that your car? Wow!” “Yeah,” he said laughing. It was my dream car, Porsche Cayenne. Lisa is one lucky bitch. We sat inside and Nick started driving. Five minutes later I said to Nick to stop driving. “What’s. I hadn’t spoken to Jeff in three years, and my stomach does flip flops whenever I see him milling around the student bookstore. I had heard through channels that he’d taken on a job as a campus IT guy and makes boucoup bucks without a college degree. Bitter, no. Ok, maybe. Jeff rarely sees me, or if he does, he pretends I don’t exist. Which is fine, my middle finger was itching to come out since I put it in storage after choosing the thumbs down approach to road rage. Angry gestures are common,.