He was a dirty pervert. His mother told him every day from the time she caught him masturbating at age twelve until he moved to get away from her. The girl of his dreams called him a pervert after she caught him ogling her near naked body as she tried to get a tan on her balcony. Then she ran over him and things got better.
Katie was at a low, her job closed down, the family low on money, little did she know that a new job was just around the corner, not only a better job, but a job with benefits. Another true story from Katie's past.
Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.
I've never even been in a recreational vehicle (RV) before so imagine being crammed inside one with my adulterous school administrator and his family so they could save money on a hotel. Thank goodness I had time run around the park on my own one day - stopping now and then for some fun.
I've always wanted to be a teacher more than anything. Just when it seemed all was perfect, all my hopes and dreams were crushed. Then an unexpected opportunity arose which promised to revive those dreams. OK, so I comprised my principles just a little, but it got me back into teaching so I lived with it. Besides the moral and ethical issues, there's another problem when you start straying from your beliefs - once you rationalize it the next time gets easier.