When Leah had a chance to get out of that hell hole she took it. So the nice Alexander Latwon High School--named for some long dead Confederate genera...--was a huge change of pace. The students behaved, the administration punished bad behavior, they actually communicated. It was organized. The demographics were also a huge shift. Leah would often be the only white woman in the room at her inner city school. Leah didn't care about race. She wanted to teach children--but that didn't mean no one. The sound of porn had probably brought her up. As i later realised, the two doorbells were not the maid and the milkman. They were the milkman and an uncle from Ambala who had come to our home for his son’s admission process in Chandigarh. He had brought along his super hot, coke bottle figure daughter Yashi who decided to stay at our place while her dad and brother went to the college for counselling. But I was under the impression that I was alone. So, I was caught in the act red-handed. But. “Missing?” asked Oscar with a frown. He hadn’t heard anything about that and he was sure that Oliver would have asked him to help search for him.“He disappeared Saturday,” said Mark realizing that Oscar had not known. “At least Saturday was the last time anyone reported seeing Cole.”“What did Oliver say?” asked Oscar curious about the official response. As far as he knew, no student had ever left the campus without formally withdrawing.“At first he was real concerned, but then last night he. She introduced me to her friends, Melissa and Jody. Both seemed a bit shy, they didn’t know many other people at the party tonight. In the next few hours, Susan and me talked briefly a couple of times, when she came to get a drink from the kitchen. Other than that, I couldn’t resist to check her out from a distance. Luckily, keeping a conversation going gets easier when the booze is flowing. So nobody noticed me looking, staring, almost hypnotized at Susan. Susan is a blond tall girl with long.