She was cleaning out his room and garage of the stuff she thought he would no longer want. I said OK, and she showed me the box of magazines. Mostly S...orts Illustrated, Popular Mechanics and stuff. at the bottom there were a couple of old porn mags. Just as I discovered them she happened to walk by. She jumped a bit and said "Whoops! Not those ones." and laughed as she took them away. I thought "Man, if she knew what she had already gave me she would faint dead away!". I took the rest of the. “See?!? You know...”“People want help. I can help,” I said. “I’m picky, though. I don’t do that for students that don’t WANT to get help or get ahead. I could never be a teacher, not with a bunch of kids in a classroom who just don’t care and make it hard for those who do.”“You are observant. I see the same thing. I went to an orphanage school in Guatemala. We only DREAMED that we could have the things I see in American classrooms. The one thing we did have were teachers who were dedicated to. ."It was too late to run, to chicken out, to deny it. She clearly "read" meby now. Her large, dark, limpid eyes fixed me, breathless, at her mercy. "Holy smokes, it is you!" Hi Wendy," I said, sheepishly. "It's really nice to see you again." Wow, I don't think I'd ever have recognized you if you hadn't told meabout the red beret. It's suits you, by the way. Just adorable."I blushed, as if to match it. "Thank you..."Wendy leaned forward and gave me a quick, glancing buss on the cheek. Likeshe. I guess it was mostly because I saw how badly some of those jokes hurt him.Mickey and his wife Samantha lived next door to me. We traded off favors and helped each other with projects at each other's condos.Hosting the party was a big thing for Mickey. He saw it as a chance to gain a degree of respect from the guys we hung around with. He was tired of always being the butt of their jokes. Mickey had asked me to borrow some of the small tables I had on my deck; that way people who didn't want to.