I might hate myself for this but...". I open up her phone and start digging through her stuff. I go through pictures, videos, apps and guess what. I f...und nothing...until I checked her browser. There it was I found tabs galore filled with porn sites. I think for a moment "Single teachers sure do love porn, don't they?" I hear the buzzing again but it's not coming from the phone. It never was when I really think about it. I look around her bag to find food, drinks, sports equipment, and some. He was a senior in college and I was sophomore in college. He was about 4 years older than me. He was really special to me. Over time we spent the afternoon together after our last class-we met on the bridges over creeks at the college, met at the local diners and also took walks together. We couldn’t study together because he was taking different classes. After our one month of meeting as friends-we started dating. It was known that we were a couple because there was not a day that went by. There was no wasted space, no catwalks, just an efficiency apartment on the water. Wait a minute. Glass. Damned near to the waterline. Glass. Cleaner. The thing would be a maintenance nightmare, and without catwalks, how the hell were you supposed to get around it to clean the windows? Fly? On top of that, the first wave action or spray would haze the windows, and if there was algae floating around the thing would look like a prop from a zombie movie.After a sober reflection on the space needed. " I'll try." Try shmy, just do it!" Yes boss."They kissed. For some reason in the silence of the kiss, Myra awoke."Hey," whispered Myra, almost a groan."Hey beautiful," smiled Edie. She nestled in beside the adorable five foot tall Japanese American. Despite her lovely, cute face and petite body, Myra had proclaimed her butchness, wearing flannel and loose fitting khakis and no make-up at the Rat, a Boston punk club, her hair a grown out buzz cut. Signals clear, Edie swooped in immediately and.