She was married twice, but the second gentleman was really good to her and they lasted 30 years until his unexpected heart attack proved fatal. She ol..., with back pain, no husband, and felt old, ugly and angry at the world. Little by little i learned about her hardships and i tried to share some of mine, not to compete, but to let her know, ive had a shit heel of a father too, i know pain. Oddly enough, after i made her laugh one day about a joke on how all us guys suck, youre probably better. ”What a pervert, I said to myself. It wasn’t enough that I had showed him my goods, now he wanted more.The classroom began to fill and right on the hour, Professor Grigsby started his lecture. I scribbled down notes as fast as I could. I nervously crossed and uncrossed my legs. I spread them wide and then I closed them up tight. Nothing seemed to faze him as he droned on about the monolithic age. History, to me was B-O-R-I-N-G, boring.“That’s it for today,” were the magical words I needed to. Fearful of what to come , we were just getting done , putting our clothes on , and she came home again , never letting her husband know what she saw , she smiled at me and winked at me , she invited me for dinner, but i declined and said i had a few things to take care of at home.The next day she came over , for a cup of sugar , smiled and winked at me , asked how long as it been going on i said the last 6 months , she wanted to know who initiated it i said i did , i saw him peeing one day and. "Crystal knew the teacher wouldn't have a hope of knowing who she was. She had her own long experience of being a professor and often needing to relate to people who assumed she should know them. So she introduced herself. "You taught my daughter Kassandra quite a few years ago, Kassandra Watson. My name is Crystal Watson."Pam instantly recalled the student, an unchanged name easier to recall than a changed face, "Oh yes, what grade is she in now?" She's a senior in high school," Crystal.