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nasty!”
    â€œAt this point, I wouldn’t put anything past you.” It suddenly hit me. “You’ve never fucked someone in my bed while I’m at work, have you?”
    â€œNo, don’t nobody want to fuck in your scraggly little queen-size bed when I have a California King. As much as you play in your pussy, ain’t nobody got time for that.”
    I laughed, picked up a pillow, and threw it at her head. I did have quite the toy collection to knock the edge off. “Get out of my room. I have to be at work in five hours.”
    She got up and headed out. “What did you think about Dominic and Kay Kay?”
    I shrugged as I reached for my lamp switch to cut it off. “What is there to think? You were just doing them, right? Or are you contemplating doing some kind of polyamorous nonsense?”
    â€œI don’t even know what the fuck that is,” Winsome responded sarcastically.
    â€œThe Devil is a liar. You know exactly what it is.”
    She grinned. “We were just doing it. They’re actually siblings, though.”
    I stopped worrying about the lamp switch. “Siblings? That’s disgusting.”
    â€œIt wasn’t disgusting for me, and it’s not like they did anything together.”
    â€œDidn’t they?”
    â€œNo, they did not. You didn’t see no shit like that going down. Both of them were doing me, but that’s it.”
    I glared at Winsome like she was crazy. “You need to chill before you end up with some incurable disease and come crying on my shoulder.”
    â€œGet some sleep. I’ll holler.”
    Winsome closed the door and as I was reaching for the lamp switch again, I noticed a text message that must have come in during my shower. It was from Tevin.
    JUST CHECKIN ON U TO MAKE SURE U GOT HOME
    Damn, even surgeons are using text shorthand, I said to myself.
    But it did make me blush and that was a feeling that was both unexpected and unwelcomed. There was no way that I was trying to catch feelings for him, but it was going to be a challenge unless I refused to ever see him again.
    I opted not to respond to the text, cut off the light, and laid there in the dark struggling to fall asleep. I got maybe two hours total before I had to get up and head to school.

Chapter Four
    â€œThe giving of love is an education in itself.”
    â€”Eleanor Roosevelt
    A ll students, please report to your homerooms immediately.”
    Lilibeth Parker was the school secretary. I am not sure why she felt the need to make that announcement every school day. There was not a single student in the entire high school that didn’t realize their asses needed to be in their respective homerooms by eight thirty-five AM or they’d be considered tardy.
    â€œLilibeth, did we ever get those test scores in?”
    â€œNo, not yet, Ms. Daniels. Do you want me to call the school board and check on them?”
    I stood beside her desk, considering how I wanted to respond. “No, that’s okay. Hopefully, they’ll arrive by this afternoon. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
    â€œGotcha.”
    I went into my office, closed the door, sat down at my desk, and waited to see if any drama would start so early in the morning. I had instilled fear in the majority of my students by implementing a zero-bullshit tolerance policy and making examples out of people who tried to come for me before I came for them. I was among the youngest of principals in the DC Public Schools system and I was determined not to fail in the position that I had held for the past three years. That was why I was concerned about seeing the test scores; I didn’t want to appear to be in an all-out panic, though.
    The federal No Child Left Behind Act had forced the DC Public Schools to comply with Adequate Yearly Progress (AYP) rulesor face major consequences. A lot of the schools failed miserably on a yearly basis. We had failed the first year that