The humiliation would be just, well, worse than my wounds. I don’t expect you to understand. But it’s the reality for me,” I said.“Sam, I gues... I sort of understand, but like you, I see this whole situation as kind of a real tough nut. On the one hand there’s the two of them. They did you wrong. But Sam, love is a weird ass thing, It can come and go without any rhyme or reason.“Her husband’s an okay guy, actually a good guy. But, he did steal her from you and that was and is reprehensible. On. Maybe they'd even post the result on the Post's web site, that very afternoon. People were waiting. Two, three people, maybe."This is Emily Anne," Jessica told me. "Emily Anne Shreve."Then she looked at Alex, and I looked at Jessica looking at Alex, her look reminding him that she didn't have any idea what my name was, or what my story was, and if Alex could remember, for just one minute, what she had just said her friend's name was, then perhaps he -- Alex -- could tell them both what my name. Sandra was slowly shoving three fingers into herself as she watched and waited to see how hard her daughter could take it. When Jason turned and looked at her masturbating he quickened the pace and said, “Fuck, you two sure are horny sluts.”Sandra smiled at him and said, “I know I am but I didn’t know that my daughter was until today. It must be something to do with having my geans. Go on Jason, give it to her harder and make her cum her filthy brains out.”He gave her a wink while pulling out. Frankly, if this were your final review, we’d reduce all your grades except Life Drawing/Painting a letter grade across the board.”“A letter grade?” I was stunned. My final review was scheduled for next week since I’d be missing the last week of school for National Singles. “What do I need to do?” I was near panic already. Losing a letter would mean that I positively wouldn’t make a B average for the semester.“You need to complete your portfolio in a professional presentation format. It needs.