She taughtpsychology courses as well as doing research. She was 40, still wasrather nice looking. She never was drop dead gorgeous, but shemaintaine... her figure and had an outgoing personality. School policydecreed that to become a full professor, which means the security oftenure, one had to have a Ph.D. Also, full professors madesignificantly more earnings than Associate professors.John was also a loner. He liked being left alone, but with his duties atthe campus and with his obligations. Oddly, his finger nails had been kept both trimmed and clean. Deftly, those finger tips finished their task and with a swift motion the clip was now loaded into a .22 caliber pistol. ‘He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.’ Weapon hanging to his right side, the young man walked down the center aisle between the old wooden pews. His steps, though both soft and deliberate, still caused an occasional creak to. Now go back upstairs and put on some lingerie." Damnit!" I thought I wouldn't have to go through with it but now I hadto wear lingerie to college. A voice in my head told me that this was theprice I was paying for being a student who didn't live on campus. I wentupstairs and into my bedroom and undressed and looked into the lingeriedrawer, I didn't want to wear panties, I found some beige lingerie thatlooked like soft shorts, unfortunately they had this fruity looking laceat the bottom down. I didn’t look at him. I started to cry then. I cried before I even knew I wanted to cry, the tears just came, hot and painful in my throat, clamoring to get out. I took in the smooth, fleshy-whiteness of the place where the branches had been, I looked to where the two branches lay forgotten—one on top of the other—in the shade by the fence. I turned my face away from the carnage. Something inside me broke away then. I didn’t know what, I just knew that I would never be the same. Everything.