One look at his eyes told me that this time he was out for blood. Trying not to sound scared I said in a laughing tone, ‘Cute, Morrison, now get the...fuck off me.’ This produced a cold chuckle from him as he used his body weight to knock me down into the bed. ‘Yeah fucking right, Pamela. You spend all night fucking some ass hole junk dealer and you think you’re gonna tell me to get off of you?’ I could see it all over his face. He looked wild, crazy, like the angry rock god about to strike me. Erin followed because I wouldn't let her stay in the car. Down the stairs and into the tunnel the feel was already different, but both of us were still tense. The red drapes in the entryway were gone. Just as I had thought, the hall was wide enough for us to walk side-by-side with room to spare. Four doors lined the walls, two on each side and the end spilled out into the main room. The drapes there weren't gone, but pulled together to show the walls and doorways. Only the three doors used the. She planned a busy weekend to try and keep him from getting bored to show off to him that maybe she wasn't as boring as he had thought before.Sean was one of the last people to step off the train. He stood for a moment, looking for his sister, shifting the carryall bag he wore on his shoulder. Finally, he saw her and went over to her. They embraced, Brenda standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. They exchanged some pleasantries, and were off on the short walk to the bus that would take them. She pushed me hard through school and was always checking my work. Icould tell how disappointed she was with me whenever I brought home agrade that was less than an "A". Believe me I never tried too disappointher.All through grammar school I got straight A's and I had perfectattendance. When I reached the eighth grade my principal called mymother in and told her of a prep-school that was offering scholarshipsto their school for deserving students from poorer families. Seeing mymother was a.