Every time I drew, I sank a little further into myself.“I tried to pull myself together. I decided that I’d go visit your parents and try to get m... head back on straight. They weren’t home, but as I drove through the mighty town of Fremont displaying its patriotic banners, I realized it was the day before Independence Day. I realized what day that was.”“The wedding,” I said.“I was supposed to be here. I was supposed to stand with you and Wendy to witness the most important event of our lives. This story is about me and a teacher,i used to meet a girl, a beautiful girl of about 24 or 25, well endowed, dressed in simple way with a carry bag in her hand. Once when i was bound on a long journey i met her in the local bus stand.I knew her by face and she knew me also and used to exchange smiles when we meet at the bus stop or railway station. This time she smiled and came closer to me and paid respects. I reciprocated and asked her about her well being.I asked her where she is bound for. You deserved a big one in a church, and we're gonna give it to you. Just one thing, I would ask of you." Anything Miss Shawn." Now that you are no longer employed by the family, would you finally drop this mister and miss stuff? I really feel old when you do that. Oh, by the way, would you be the Godmother to one of my daughters?" When I am no longer your employee, I will do as you request, but not before. It would be an honor to be a part of your child's life" Well, I guess I can live with. She was a 12th grade high school teacher who, after college, returned to her old high school to teach English Literature. Gazing into the mirror, she admitted to herself that she dressed the part well as she did all she could to hide her voluptuous body. It was around 6pm and she just got home after having dinner at the local diner. She was very tired from nine hours of teachers meetings and teaching her classes. It was time to wind down and relax, time to mellow out and enjoy a peaceful night.