Three photos in silver frames stood proudly next to his overflowing in-tray; one of his wife who, even in her white wedding dress, looked austere and ...epressed, another of his three children opening presents on Christmas Day in the early 1990s. The third had been a gift from the school’s beautiful English teacher the previous term, showing her in a particularly inviting position laid across the very desk on which the photograph now stood.He read through the letter in his hand one final time,. Like mrs. brinson my 8th grade english teacher who caught me taking peeks of her legs as she sat on her desk legs crossed. mrs. brinson taught several subjects including art and i would show up to her class half an hour before school even started and spend the same amount of time in her class after school had ended. i would spend the extra time drawing or painting as we chatted about different things. i knew i was one of her favorite students so i felt comfortable in her presence and. They saw the logic of the demand, and did as asked. The fisher lad was happy to guard the weapons.The visiting warriors, ten in all, trooped up in single file and gave John a flat, forward-facing salute as they passed him. The leader looked around for the Chief, until this clearly pregnant woman tapped him on the arm.“Greetings. I am Chief Numa, in charge of this tribe.”He blinked in surprise. “No-one told us the Chief was a woman, only that High Chief John was the man to speak with.”“You are. I just could not stop myself from wanting more than what I had come for. I lost all the control I had over my mind. All I knew was that I had to have you right there if I did not want to lose my sanity. I never was in a position to think about the consequences.I let my wicked cravings use my body. I am just sorry. I regret it. But, apologies is all that I can do now, Mom. I always wanted to tell this to you, Mom. But, I never had the guts to. I was scared seeing Tarun being disowned. He was.