Plagiarized by Marlo Williams, Leddy Harper Page B

still had his kisses and silky touches on my skin. It was fucked up, but I just felt the need to see him. Make sure we were okay. I wouldn’t have time to see him again until Thursday and that was too far away to wait.
    I opened the door confidently, now that I had made the decision to see him. When I reached his door, I didn’t even falter; I knocked on the door three times without realizing I had used our code.
    I waited for a minute, which felt like an eternity, and then knocked three times again. No answer. That was strange. His car was in the driveway and his porch light was on. I tried to peek in the windows, but the blinds were too dense to see through.
    I let out a heavy sigh and went back to my car, feelings of uneasiness started creeping in.
    Where was he?

The next morning at school, I was stopped by Principal Fucker who was kind enough to remind me that my evaluation goals were due by the end of the day. She also made a point to look at her watch in front of me. Fuck her! I had completely forgotten about my goals. That was so kind of her to ruin my goddamn day. I was already in a pissy mood due to the fact that my lover had refused to answer the door last night. Now, not only did I have to face Craig, but to top it all off, I had to come up with three fucking goals that I hoped to achieve by the end of the year.
    I wanted—strike that—I needed a release. I needed it so badly I was craving it. I didn’t know what it was, that I required, but I felt like my skin was literally crawling. Something felt off. I shrugged my shoulders and unlocked my classroom door.
    The fucking custodian was late once again, so I was tasked with unlocking my own door. Why didn’t Principal Fucker write him up? Probably because she was too busy fucking his brains out. All the employees were talking about it. I had always dismissed the comments as rumors, but now, part of me wondered. He was habitually late, like every single day, even more than I was. Yet he always came out smelling like a rose. The Principal always gushed out compliments about his services. It was all starting to make sense.
    I got ready for my first class, which would begin in fifteen minutes. It was necessary that I pull myself together and get through the day. I didn’t have much sick time on the books, so calling in wasn’t an option.
    I straightened up papers and opened my lesson-plan binder. Inside, on that day’s page, was a card. It was one sheet, mimicking a postcard. Scrawled on one side of it were the words:
     
    Remember my touches that made you quiver?
    Remember my kisses that made you writhe?
    Remember my thrusts that made you scream out my name?
    We will meet again!
     
    I looked around and there was no one there, even though I had sworn I felt something whisper against my skin. What the hell was this? Was it Craig? Keegen? Tom wouldn’t leave something like this. He had never been romantic. That wasn’t true… Once upon a time, when we had first met, he had wooed me. But right after the wedding had ended, his company had grown and his time with me had diminished slowly until he was barely spending time with me at all. That was when I had found Keegen to fulfill the needs I had.
    I was always really good at that, finding people to satisfy my needs. I was always able to find someone to help me accomplish what I needed, once I set my mind to it. Take writing this book for example, which was about halfway finished. I had found Missy and a few other people to help me. Most of the time, the people who helped me accomplish my goals were unsuspecting. Most of the time.
    Part of me wondered if either Keegen or Thomas were starting to figure things out. I had been riding this train for a long time now. Maybe it was time to switch things up a bit, maybe throw Craig into the mix as a permanent fixture? I was starting to think that might be a good idea. He was an amazing lover, for such a young man, and I needed a distraction from my feelings that had