* Now, Melanie and Rick Jr. always had a close relationship as mother and son, but never anything inappropriate, which is part of the reason Rick w...s having so much trouble in his current situation. He was laid on the sofa, leaning back at an angle into one corner where the arm rest meets the back cushion with Melanie comfortably snuggled between his side and the back of the sofa with one arm thrown over his abdomen. The problem wasn't in their current position, such a thing wasn't unusual. Ain’t no time to be drowning in misery, man. So you couldn’t pull it out. You’re what, eighteen? Barely outta high school and on the biggest sporting stage in the world. Shit. It took me longer than that to finally make it here.” I look over at Jamal, proudly displaying three bronze medals. He’s giving me a confused look, as if I should be happy just making it to Rio. I’m not. It’s not in my DNA to settle. “Two goals in the game. Five overall. I don’t know soccer, but that shit sounds good to. .. ... Suddenly the door opened from inside and Raul was standing at the threshold looking down at me. He took both my hands and pulled me into his arms. I was beyond shock.He put his face next to my head and inhaled my hair. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. I thought maybe I was imagining that our feelings were mutual. Thank you for coming, Mi Amor.”He pulled me inside and shut the door. The smell of horses and fresh hay was in the air. The light was dim with only one bulb at the back of the. "Fuck you." I heard Kelly whisper quietly under her breath. She was shooting a lethal look at the professor's back. I gave her a sympathetic look to let her know that I also thought this guy was a pretentious douche and was all too eager to exploit the small amount of power that he had been given. I didn't know if my face could express all that, but she shook her head and smiled before refocusing on the paper in front of her. Her focus broke quickly and her leg began to hop all over the place.