People! Lots of people! Six, no, seven! Several were jumping up and down and trying to attract her attention. Jada waved frantically and then ran to t...e boathouse. In less than a minute, she was back out and on the left dock, planting the large flare rifle and jerking down hard on the barrel. A bright diamond of light appeared in the cloudless sky a moment later. After a final wave, Jada ran back through the boathouse and towards the central building to gather her team.Less than ten minutes. The first two months that we were married, Peter drove locally and he was home every night, we had sex all the time (and I do mean all the time, I loved it.) I loved it just as much as Peter did. (Maybe a little more now that I look back.)Then he had a chance to get a much better paying job driving long distance. The down side was, it was just two days a week that he was home. But when he was home we made love all day both days. One time I mentioned to my husband how much I missed him sexually. That’s my theory, at least. Male teachers probably do it more often than their female counterparts, but they are not the only ones. Why do I think this? Well, my anecdote is one of those stories where those who took part didn’t tell and were never caught.My name is Selena Fernandez. My parents are from Argentina, but I was born in New Mexico and have lived there all my life. New Mexico is where my story takes place, and it occurred when I was sixteen.I won’t say I think what I did, or what my. Stuffing the skull into my bag, and keeping the raised tombs between me and the roads as much as I could, I made my way out the St. Louis No. 3 Cemetery and off through the darkening city towards the old warehouse in the Upper Ninth Ward that I now called home. Or the closest thing I have to one since my mother was murdered. Murdered? Yeah, murdered! By that bitch and my father. By the both of them! The further the sun sank and the longer the shadows grew across the road ahead of me, the more.