Meet Maria

Maria always had a slight suspicion her husband wasn't being completely faithful.  Maria was a beautiful women and could not figure out WHY he could or would betray her.  Maria was strikingly beautiful.   Soft blue eyes, full lips and shoulder length jet black hair were just a few of her outstanding features.  She wore little make-up; her beauty came naturally.  Her body was naturally impeccable and she still tried to exercise almost every morning.     She was also extremely patient and intelligent. Her husband, Mario, wasn't very attractive.  His personality and responsibility caught her attention.   He worked hard and long hours.  Mario's friends would often tease him suggesting that he forced her into marriage. 

She was waiting for the right time and place to tell him her mind blowing news.  She was hesitant about  how he was going to take it, as they hadn't been communicating as a happily married couple would in years. With her strict Latina upbringing, divorce was truly out of the question.  

 

They barely had sex.  In fact, they no longer desired each other anymore.  But six weeks ago, he came home late from work and she isn't sure what exactly gotten into him and then her, for that matter.   She had suspicions his lover hadn't been available that evening. 

 

Mixed emotions set in while she watched their five year old son play with his toy cars.  She had a grave uneasy feeling and  couldn't pinpoint why.  Her stomach suddenly became queasy and she quickly put her head in between her legs in hope that this awful feeling would go away. 

Daniella Teaches: Nicholas Speechless

With every last ounce of patience, Nicholas bit his tongue.  He thought about leaving class but he knew he had to stay.  I can't believe this professor, if that is what you want to call her, embarrassed the crap out of me. I need to make her pay somehow, he thought.  I will just have to get to know her better, he smirked. 

 

Daniella began to teach the class.  A class full of thirty college students.  While Daniella wasn't organized, she was extremely knowledgeable and talented.  She was also an amazing teacher.  She broke any material into understandable masterpieces.  Brilliance a colleague once told her.  In college, she was often called upon in class to help other students. 

 

Daniella asked, "Sir, would you please pass out the syllabus, since you seem to be daydreaming?"

 

Nicholas again in a daze thinking of revenge, unaware the professor was speaking to him. 

 

"Hello?", Daniella further questioned, as she lightly nudged his shoulder.

 

"What?", Nicholas jumped.  Who does this b.... think she is? "Oh, I mean I am sorry", Nicholas stood up as he brushed off his shoulder.  "Yes, ma'am, I apologize", Nicholas replied.

 

Daniella now sheepishly smiling responded, "Thank you, sir". 

 

As Nicholas walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus, his friend Eduardo whispered, "She digs you."  Nicholas rolled his eyes and responded, "Hardly".  Then it dawned on him, could she possibly like me? Or, me her.  Eduardo made a good point, all chicks are attracted to me.  Either that or I need sleep.  Nicholas quickly shafted romance out of his head.  It was hard for him to forget about women, romance, and sex. 

 

There was no doubt he was handsome.  Nicholas never had a problem getting a date or laid for that matter.  He was stunning.  Dark thick hair never out of place, perfectly cut and styled, even when he was tired. 

Hell, he never slept last night.  He ran home and jumped into the shower to wash away the stench of whiskey, vodka, and beer...before heading to class. 

Not being able to get the professor off of his mind again, he began staring at her.  Hmmm he thought to himself.  She isn't half bad.  But, she probably is not worth the chase, she looks as if she only believes in extraordinary love...something that doesn't exist. 

Nicholas Stutters

Daniella just made it in time to the classroom.  In fact, as soon as she placed her hand on the cold door knob, Nicholas was counting...5,4,3,2...

Daniella accidentally swung the classroom door open.  The students were all over the room laughing and joking.  Seeing the disarray, Daniella boldly questioned, "Did I interrupt something?"

Nicholas replied, "My sleep."

Daniella felt the blood rush throughout her body. Breathe her mind told her.  Trying her best not to become annoyed, Daniella said, "Oh, you could go back home and receive a zero for no participation .

Nicholas smiled and winked at Daniella.

Disgusted at his disrespect and forwardness, Daniella stated, "Excuse me? Would you like to lead the class?"

Nicholas answered, "Who me?"

Daniella replied, "Yes, you; It seemed you were leading when I walked in as no one was seated and you were about to dismiss everyone."

Nicholas was beginning to feel overwhelmed.  The last time a dumb broad embarrassed him was in High School.  He could not disrespect this woman, he could not afford to fail the class.

Nicholas stuttered, "Um, um no Ms.".  Daniella cut him off.  For the first time in years, Nicholas could not even finish his sentence.

Daniella sternly said, "I didn't think so, as it looked like a circus to me when I walked in."

Way to go, Daniella thought.  I put him in his place.  I do not need to deal with immature men.  I need to focus on enriching students.   Although, he was quite a lovely distraction.

Monday Again!

Marjorie poured the hot water in her favorite dainty tea cup, perfectly. One teaspoon, she thought to herself.  I could only have one teaspoon of sugar.  Marjorie was always doing everything so perfect. If the soap was out of place in the bathroom, the world would end.

The only thing that was not completely exact about Marjorie was her weight. She was skinny and frail as a teen.  In fact, she hated the old pictures she  had come across last week.  Her nephew said her face looked like a ghost; a scary white ghost, with dark hair and pale skin, to be exact.

Marjorie reminisced about last Thursday's visit with Timmy.

****Timmy burst out laughing, "Aunt Marjorie, you look scary!"***

God, how I love that kid, Marjorie thought to herself.

Her mother Helen, would routinely remind her about how unhealthy and plump she looked.  It was actually more of a haunting than a reminder.  Helen had a horrible habit of living in the past and comparing her grown daughters to what she had thought of as, successful individuals.

Daniella ran into the kitchen stumbling over her own black high-heel designer shoes.  The night before, Daniella sat at the kitchen table, putting together a last minute lecture.  Uncomfortable from dancing the night away, she carelessly flung her shoes.

"Holy, shit!" Daniella exclaimed.

"I am going to be so late, for my first class" Daniella, pouted.

"The students will leave!" she, cried.

Marjorie smirked, "Daniella, you shouldn't stay out so late on a school-night".

Daniella replied, "Sunday night, is not an official school night, Marjorie!"

Daniella grabbed a cup of coffee spilling sugar all over the place.

Marjorie and Daniella were sisters and the best of friends, as well.