Helen Carpenter must have realised that I was building up to something, because she made some inane excuse and left the two of us alone at the table."...ady Simpson..." I ventured. Hoping my formality would ... well I'm not sure what I was trying to achieve really."Tanya, Gilroy! Is something bothering you? Minerva will be quite safe at Tarrent Hall, you know."Oh, I'm sure she will be ... Tanya, but ... well, you seem to ... well, it's like this..." I really didn't know how to say, what I wanted. It would be fantastic to find a rich woman to sponsor him through the remainder of his studies. Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn’t cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time. I found out her name was Ashley Jacobson and she had the same sixth period I did. I guess I was just too busy studying yesterday to notice her. I decided my best option was to wait after class, for what I wanted to know couldn’t be summed up in a quick talk before hand. Between the lack of sleep and the slight headache I still had, the day was brutally long. Sixth period finally came. I tried to hurry but I was still the last one to get to class. I took my seat and looked around. I saw Ash get. I could hardly be judgmental. Imyself was high on meth, had several beers in me and a bottle of popper inmy pocket. I preferred meth to crack because it lasted longer. And it reallymakes you want to suck dicks. At least for me.I peeked under the upper half of the door and saw a stocky Mexican with acowboy hat. He was probably in his fifties even though his hair was jetblack. His dense pubes were peppered with grey. His face was ugly and deeply lined,darker than any other part of his body except.