I’m the bitch who initiated the breakup. For my career. For my fucking, goddamn, overweening ambition that’s basically cost me a chunk of my life,...�� she said vehemently, “I have a choreographer interested in buying my interest in the company. I’m thinking of selling and using the money to go to university for business or something. Anything but dance.” “Mandy, are you serious?” I asked, a bit startled to hear this, “Dance has been your life and you’re a natural at it. Sell the company by all. They both enjoyed also him reading and reciting poetry. In addition they spent time talking about life and their feelings about everything from religion to politics. The only exception was sex. Anytime the subject came up Grace would divert the conversation or gently end their session. She did not feel qualified to discuss sexual matters with a teenaged boy. Yet she knew that at some point it would have to come up. Her plan was to send him to his father. Unfortunately she knew that Walter would. She needed to stop letting the comments of a few people make her that upset. Her family had told her that if she kept letting people get to her like that she would end up with either ulcers or a nervous breakdown. Yet every time she got a review like the one she had just read you could practically see the steam coming out of Emily’s ears. Maybe if she got away from the computer a while and just got out she might feel better. Emily shut down the laptop and slammed it shut. She grabbed her coat. She and I shared the same kind of moment with our eyes as the first time I saw her, and then, we leaned in on each other and started to kiss very slowly and that seemed to turn her on. She held her hands on my head and pulled me into her mouth.We kissed for quite a while. I then said that I love her so much. She grazed my hair with her hand and said I love you more.We bid our goodbyes and then I went off after making sure that she got into the house.The next day in college was so much like any.