The next day,...

Ms. Davis had passed the test, but that didn't mean I needed to stop seeing her. I still stopped by her class almost every day after school, & helped her study. But after the study session, I always helped her in another way: By fucking her just the way she wanted it. After I graduated, I never saw Ms. Davis again. But I think about her every time I pass by my old school. I like to believe that she sometimes thinks of me, too. Then, 2 day, I found out she thought of me... Because she called.