"No it's ok Mrs. Bainbridge, I am just tired," Sarah responded in her defense.Mrs. Bainbridge returned to the lesson, which consisted of her writing o... the board for the whole 2 hour class. The students around her scrambled to copy everything down from the board, while Sarah had other things on her mind though. Her eyes returned to the hot stud sitting across from her. He was a little older than her, maybe 25 and was easy on the eyes. He had brown hair that was shaved short on the sides and a. Her smile was devastating, filling the entire store with her summer sunshine. Between her legs and up her dress were little curls of blond hair that indicated a path to heaven. I was almost afraid to touch the calf of her leg to remove her shoe. When I did, the electricity was still there and this time I think she felt it as much as I did. As I fitted the shoe with my right hand, I let my left hand slide upwards until it was just behind her knee. I looked up to see if I would get a smile or a. . Lessa didn't call her that. Much. Lessa understood Shelly, or at least thought she did. Shelly could still see, though, at times, the disappointment in her best friend's eyes. To Lessa, temptations were something to be resisted. When your instincts tend to lean towards brutal violence, Shelly agreed, that's a very understandable viewpoint. But, Shelly just wanted love. To at least feel loved, if not be loved, and so far only the bed of a man had provided that.She hadn't found friendship, or. ." I choke on my words. "It's just that I'm starting to care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt." As I finish speaking, we pull into the drive outside our apartments. I park and turn off the ignition. "That's sweet of you to say that. I knew you were a compassionate man the minute I laid eyes on you. I didn't mean to freak you out so much the first day. Maybe I should have moved slower, but slow is not my way," she tells me as she stares out the window. "We need to get you.