Your palms become sweaty, and you take a deep breath to steady your pounding heart. I stand up and walk over to you, not taking my eyes off yours for ...nything. You can’t even think enough to make a move as you sit on the carpet, staring up at me while you bite your tongue. I reach down, pick you up, and lay you on the silk sheet of the bed. As I pull back you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me into a deep kiss that leaves us panting afterward. I push you down onto the bed and crawl up on. He had always taught like this in his twenty year career. Honestly he liked being harder on his students, to him it only made them work harder for good grades. When all the students left the classroom he decided to call his wife of 18 years and tell her that was going to be late. His detentions only lasted for about 30 minutes, but he had other plans on his agenda. After class he would go to a local gay bar a few streets away from his suburban home. He would go there every other day to meet. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room, she noticed that the bed was empty. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. She flicked on the light switch, and screamed a blood curdling scream. The covers were pulled back, but in the sheets, written in blood was: I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK WITH ME! With a speed she didn’t know she had, Emily, ran back to her and threw on some clothes and grabbed her coat. She was getting the hell out of there. This was what she had feared. Something. Hearing the name, I knew I was right about her guest. Lou was the bouncer at the bar we hung out at. He was a big black man that had a reputation as a real bad-ass if you crossed him or got too rowdy in the bar. I’d seen him throw out a couple of cowboys so I knew he could live up to his reputation.“Ya, dat sounds good. Hands over da bottle,” Lou said. I started to get up and join them when Lou said to Ann, “Plant da sweet ass rights cheer in my lap and tells me the rest of the fan’s you halves.