They could never prove that I had actually been hit by the coffee. Of course I had, but I didn't want to be examined. There would be no damage. My ski... might feel like skin, but a really close examination might show something else to a trained pro.Then again I had screwed a paramedic, and he didn't notice anything. Yeah, but he had something else on his mind, I thought.I would have breathed a sigh of relief, if I really did breath. I rode over to the mall for my three mile walk just to keep the. She knew her period would be coming up early the following week. "Maybe a week from next Wednesday."Then she felt guilty and blushed again. Just meeting Tracy for coffee didn't mean... But Tracy accepted eagerly. "Gosh, that'd be great," she said, enthusiastically. "Here's my home number." She scribbled it on the back of a brown paper bag. "Call me. We'll get together. That'll be fun. Excuse me, I have to go back to work now. Got to be careful, new promotion, you know."Her eyes sparkled. None of which held any real appeal.I was quickly disabused of these notions, Anthony (Math and Physics) was Rachel's (Chemistry) husband, and he seemed to be very much in love, and/or unwilling to do anything outside of his marriage bed; he didn't come across as too much of a pussy-whipped sissy-boy. Chris (English Literature and Drama) fell into the 'don't ask, don't tell' category, he most likely would happily roll over, and take it where the sun didn't shine. Alain (French and modern. Kimberley herself was also playing the role well, darting nervous eyes that looked like she was trying to hold back the tears. The frightened, innocent, English rose ready for plucking.The sales spiel from John faltered for a second and a momentary hush descended on the room as Charles Lubanga entered the room, much to the obvious delight of both Lauren and John. Kimberley also noticed the expensively suited black man that entre from a back door with an elegant, coffee coloured, tall woman in.