Roan2099

Girls like me don't get happy endings.
     I know what I am.
     .  I set boundaries between myself and my past, only to end up with a low-quality nightclub.  Even my excuse to work there is as bad as it can be: I work here to pay for college, get my technical degree from the most prestigious university in Montreal.  Although baffling, in the daytime: I'm just a student and at night a stripper!

     But the inevitable happens and collides with my life.  And now there's one woman who knows all of my characters: the quiet Alaskan student, anti-social, and cruel Heaven stripper.

      This woman is beautiful and complicated.  It comes from the other side of life, where this side does not want me and does not accept me.  But she does amaze me and her hot and warm hands on my skin make me feel things I gave up long ago.

     So what's the problem!

     The problem is, this woman is a teacher in my classic photography lessons at university!

Hard love to me

The day before Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, I linger in Elizabeth's class until even Audrey gives up and slinks out, her camera bag over her shoulder. The second the door closes behind her, I look up to see Elizabeth watching me with that smile I now recognize. I throw a last cautious glance at the door and saunter over to put my arms around her neck. Her hands settle on my lower back, so easy and comfortable like they're meant to be there.

"So how are we going to do this?" I whisper in her ear.

"Go to your place and pack your weekend bag. Get some comfy shoes you can walk in..."

"I can walk in all my shoes, I'll have you know." I giggle.

"Good. You're not one of those girls who wears spike heels to go hiking on a mountain and then I have to carry her to the top because her feet hurt?"

"No, definitely not. Is that where we're going?"

She gives an infuriating shrug. "And bring a bathing suit."

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