‘But first I’d like you to meet Jane Carlton, the author.’ Jane was a slight woman with red hair and lots of freckles. She looked positively Iri...h and Lizzie thought she must be in her early fifties. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ she said. ‘I’m Lizzie.’ ‘I’m Jane. I’m dying to see what you did – I love your work!’ Lizzie blushed. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she just put her portfolio on the big table in the centre of the office. ‘I do hope you’ll like these,’ she said. ‘Do give them a. "Joanne, I'm sorry. It was completely my fault. I could notadmit to myself who I was. I am here to change that." I took the noticefrom the captain and ripped it into two equal halves. I crumpled eachand placed them in the plate. I waved to the print on my left, theancient, gravid clay representation of Gaea, the Earth Mother, and tothe print on my right, the beautiful, powerful statue in the Pagliacentral square, the Goddess of Sappho."To Gaea and the Goddess, I swear that I am now a woman.. She could feel it too. How it automatically made her feel and how she wished she could do it all over again. Yes, do it again Lucas, she told herself as she closed her eyes as if thinking she could feel his warm fingers up inside her thick, spongy, but wanton pussy. As far as work was concerned that day, she was worthless. She was unable to teach and practically knew it too as all her thoughts were somewhere else that day. Yes, that night before with Lucas proved to be something special. He was. It was supposed to be some sort of hands on sex-ed thing, but in practice it was an opportunity for the popular kids to get laid in class, and for the unpopular kids to demonstrate for the whole world their inability to do so. Naturally, I was less than excited about it.I made my way downstairs, poured myself a bowl of cereal, and tried not to roll my eyes at Mom's chirpy predictions that this would be "the best year yet." I walked to the bus stop. The other kids at the stop huddled together.