I didn't want to see Mr. Davis get in trouble though, and so I kept the secret and told myself it would be alright. I had just one year of high school...left and it would be over, I'd never see Mr. Davis again. A white man could love a black girl, I thought, but only if she was his slave. Anything else was wrong and immoral and I wanted nothing to do with it. Even liking the man the way I did was too much; it prejudiced my better judgement."Are you getting ready?" Wren's voice interrupted me and. She gave me a sly wink, "How are you this morning, sweetheart? Not mad at me for waking you in the middle of the night, I hope?" You can wake me any time you want as long as you rock me back to sleep the same way you did this morning."This brought a wide smile to her face. "That wasn't rocking. That was... bonking," she laughed, blushing.I sprinted to the bathroom and when I returned to the front room she was deep in concentration so I didn't disturb her. I found Tammy in the kitchen, dressed. " As I walked out of his office, "I love you too." I saw his dad in the hallway. I walked up and said, "Here, John said hand these to you." "Thanks, I didn't know you were coming in." "Oh, I just stopped in to bring him lunch." "Alright, I'll see ya later." I walked out of the building, and headed home. I saw I had a text from John, I smiled as I saw his words, 'I can't focus, I just keep replaying you and me in my office. You better be ready when I get home.' I knew he was serious, I knew he. Another week was gone in the blink of an eye - nine weeks to the election.Iran was progressing, tens of thousands of identity cards were being issued a day. Electrical power had been restored to most of the country. Big generators were brought in to get the supply where it should have been decades ago. They were run off natural gas of which there was an endless supply. There were still more coming to get at least some reserve in the power grid.There was an endless supply of general labor -.
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