Did you weep for the childrenthat lost their dear loved ones?Did you pray for the ones who don't know?Did you rejoice for the people who walked from t...e rubbleand sob for the ones left below?They kept playing the footage of the second plane crashing into the tower. They kept showing images of people leaping to their deaths. They kept showing the terror stricken faces of the survivors. ENOUGH! I turned the television off.Did you burst out in pride for the red white and blueAnd the heroes who. " I can't imagine there is anything evil or bad that would make me feelotherwise. As long as you feel the same, that is all I care." It is not that simple."Instead of responding with words, Jake stood me up, pulled me in, andthen kissed me as passionately as we had just observed in the weddingceremony. I found myself responding and not just complying. I waskissing back and moved my hands behind his back. There was so mistakingmy affirmative response."It seems pretty simple to me." Jake, I. I knew I should feel perverted, guilty that I was cheating on my wife, and criminal for what I was doing with my own child, but I felt no guilt, no remorse. I felt like I was eighteen again and screwing a hot new girlfriend. In spite of what I felt, I knew I was going to have to moderate what we were doing. We had to be careful not to get so involved that we would take chances on getting caught. I also decided, while watching her recover, that this would go on only as long as Charlotte was. Mr.C looked at me, "Like every other day?" he asked back. Before I had to reply Jon, the boy who sat next to me came pushing past Mr.C, "Oh sorry Mr.C" Jon apologized as he bumped into him. "That's fine" Mr.C told Jon and walked up to the front of the class. Jon sat down next to me. Jon had flunked twice so he was already 15 and had hit puberty. He was quite tall and very hot. I was glad to sit next to him but embarrased at the same time. I was very short and very skinny. I had shoulder lenth.