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went up. Dave was officially a student in my class.

C HAPTER 6:
R EVELATIONS , T HROUGH
R ICK’S E YES
    I WONDERED WHAT ELSE she wasn’t telling me. But I had to wait until after the kids were asleep to ask.
    “So how did your first class go?”
    I knew I wasn’t doing the best job of hiding the tension. Maybe the fact that I kept rubbing the back of my neck gave it away. Good thing Sam was listening so she had to pretend she didn’t notice.
    “It was good, really good. Great students. Should be an easy semester if Thursday’s class is the same.”
    There was something weird about the way she said it, like she was trying to convince herself it was true. You have to stop being so suspicious , I thought.
    After Sam and Jack finally went to sleep, I reviewed the way I had planned to broach the subject, while I brushed my teeth and flossed. She was in bed reading another one of her cheesy romance novels.
    Not wanting to make the issue bigger than it needed to be, I started by scratching her arm. She looked at me, tilting her head.
    “Would you do my back a little?”
    I nodded and she lifted off the black and purple striped tank top she was wearing. I knew her only intention was to make her back more accessible to me because she loved having it scratched. But just the sight of her full sexy breasts for a split second before she turned over was enough to stiffen things up down below.
    After a few minutes, the timing seemed right.
    “I know you must be tired but I need to ask you about something.”
    Now she was the one who tensed up. Turning around to face me, she pulled the covers up over her chest. I could still see her cleavage and again, felt a hardening.
    She waited and I said it exactly the way I had planned.
    “Everything’s good with us. I don’t want to start anything. But we can’t hide things from each other.”
    Her facial expression confused me. She looked caught. I figured she must have known what I was about to ask somehow. I didn’t want her to think I was angry.
    “It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I just want to know why you didn’t tell me.”
    It looked like she might start to cry. I couldn’t understand why she was so upset.
    “Beth?”
    She sat straight up and put her tank top back on. But she was so distraught she didn’t even notice that it was all bunched up at the bottom so most of her stomach and the underside of one breast were still exposed.
    She looked into my eyes and I saw tears welling up. I was so confused. I had to wonder if I would ever understand this woman.
    “I’ll make him drop the class. I’ll figure out a way to get him to drop it. He has to. He can’t do this.”
    I felt my eyebrows scrunch up and my mouth open a little. I struggled to compose myself.
    “He? Do you mean…?”
    “Isn’t that what you were talking about? How the hell did you know?” she asked.
    “Are you saying Dave’s in your fucking class?”
    Now her mouth fell open. She hadn’t known what I meant to ask about. This was why she was acting strange earlier. Rage surged through my veins.
    “That little shit. I’ll kill him. Who does he think he is? I’ll get that fucker out of your class.”
    The tears spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth.
    “Please, Rick, you have to let me handle this. There’s nothing you can do. I’ll talk to him. I’ll explain how hard we’re working. He’ll understand.”
    I couldn’t think straight. There were so many times I wanted to go confront that kid. So many times I fantasized about how good it would feel to punch him right in his pretty little face. But I couldn’t take my anger out on Beth. I had to calm down. She didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t know the son of a bitch would be in her class.
    I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled hard and loud. Then I nodded and raised my eyebrows.
    “Okay. Fine. You take care of it. You talk to him. But if he doesn’t drop that class, he’ll get a visit