Dan slowly opened his eyes.  On his right side was the sleeping form of Amani, and on his left was Abyzou.  There was nothing more amazing then waking up with a naked woman pressed up against you, unless of course you had two of them.

Abby lifted her head and looked at him, her snake tongue flickered out of her mouth and tasted the air.   With a smile she slid off of him and allowed him to sit up and get out of bed.  Completely naked he made his way to the shower, he needed it after sweating that much last night.

The water flowed off his head and down his back, as he leaned his head up against the tiles.  

His life was, honestly speaking a confusing mess of happiness and sadness.  Ups and downs.  That reminded him of a song he used to listen to with a smile he started singing softly.

“Everyday takes figuring out how to live,

Sometimes it feels like a mistake,

Sometimes it's a winners parade,

Delight and angers,

I guess that's the way its supposed to be...

Please heal me, I can't sleep

Thought I was unbreakable, but this is killing me

Call me, everything

Make me feel unbreakable, now you set me free.”

“Beautiful,” A voice said softly behind him, looking back he found that Amani had entered the bathroom, she was still stark naked.  She stepped into the shower with him and he felt his manhood stiffen in response to her. “What is that from? Or did you make it up yourself?”  she asked.

“It's from a song.” he said.

“Ah, hey can you help me here please?” she asked, reaching around him she grabbed the shampoo and as she did so her breasts brushed past his chest, fighting the urge to reach out and feel them he grabbed the shampoo, as he poured it onto her long hair she began washing her body with soap and a wash cloth.

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She was meticulous as she rubbed down every inch of her skin, from front to back, even as her bronze skin shimmered and shone in the light of the bathroom.

Pouring out the shampoo into his hands he went about the task given to him, slowly running his hands through the long silky black hair, working it up to a lather.

He pulled the shower head which was a detachable model off of its mount and brought it down closer to her hair and started to rinse her off. He made sure to get all the soup out, and also made sure the entirety of her body was rinsed off…

“Thanks babe!” she said, giving him a kiss before stepping out of the shower, leaving him standing there waiting for something, that would apparently not come. He looked at his lower regions and sighed, turning back around he re positioned the shower head, and turned the hot water off entirely.

He shuddered as the cold water rained down on him.  He was going to need of this…

[Teacher’s lounge]

Sara felt like the worst human being in the world.

“The two fires that broke out last night were in the house of John and Jenny Richardson and the house of Tim and Ruth Hillforn, both of them appeared to be started by accident, but authorities are not yet ruling out foul play, seeing as both fires proved fatal to the families of those households and both took place in the same day.  Both John and Tim worked at the local college, and if anyone has any information that could help shed light on this please inform the police.”

There had been a fire, and it had killed Richardson, and when she had heard that she had felt a wave of relief wash over her, what kind of monster was she?

Sure he was not a good man, but to feel relief at his death, that disturbed her.  She looked down at the lunch she had packed herself she had found she no longer had an appetite.

She hadn't liked him, he was a womanizer, and he cheated on his wife, but to wish him death…

With a sigh she pushed away the sandwich and put her head in her hands. She needed something to distract her.

She started to think of Dan, it was always something that could distract her.

“Hey how's it going?” a voice asked, and she looked up to find Mrs. Linda had sat herself down across from her. Mrs. Linda was a smaller woman, in her mid forties, with long blond hair that fell so straight and perfectly it irked Sara.

“What do you mean?” sara asked, she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looked at the slightly older woman.

“Oh don't play coy with me.” she laughed, “I know that look on your face, believe it or not at one point in time I was a young woman, and I know what that looks mean.”

“What look?”

Linda rolled her eyes and leaned in closer. “So what is his name?”

“Whose name?”

“Your dreamy prince of course!” she said with a laugh.  Sara made an attempt to deny it, but was promptly shut down by Linda. “Don't give me that crap, what is his name?”

Sara sighed. “Dan,” she said softly, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Dan huh? So what does this Dan do for a living?”

“He uh runs an antique store-” she answered, before clapping a hand over her mouth after realizing what she had just said.

“Antique shop?” Linda paused for a second before her eyes lit up as she remembered something, ”Wait! Wait! Wait! Do you mean Daniel Rhodri? The one who was a student here? Red hair, short beard, really cute?”

Her blush deepening Sara nodded slightly.

“Isn't he like 19? Hah! You on the prowl girl? robbing the cradle?” she looked at Sara and laughed in a low husky voice. “You go girl!”