A dense and acrid smoke hung in the room. Ion yielded. He was asleep, his feet dangling out of bed. At the table in the middle of the room, on the green blanket, the cards were dealt again. The coffee cups were used now as ashtrays. None of the three players still in game has no mood to wash the ashtray full of cigarette butts.
“What are you doing, man, where do you go?”
“It’s 6 o’clock, man. What the hell do you want me to do? John has no more money, and I will take your money another time, now I’m busy.”
“How that I have no more money? What about this jacket? It’s a branded jacket, big money.”
“What the hell do I do with your jacket?”
“Come on, one last hand.”
Dan sighed, and began to deal the cards again. Poke through the cigarette packs on the table, but all were empty. He picked up a cigarette butt from the ashtray, lit it, and succeeded to draw two puffs of it. Put it out in disgust in the cup beside him.
John lost this time too. The golden rule in poker, when you start losing you must have the strength to stop. That distinguishes the good players from losers. He undressed slowly, humble, his branded jacket. Only now he realized it was made cool in the room.
“Come, John, I am going with you, I am passing by your hotel.”
They left together. John will redeem his jacket in the coming days. For now he was trembling all his bones. Outside, they were greeted by the cool and fresh air. The sun was beginning to rise. After a few minutes of walking along silently, they bowed and Dan moved on alone. He liked the most such mornings, after a sleepless night, when he saw how little town begins to awaken slowly.
There was nobody home right now, his parents were away at a wedding. His luck. He had time to get a hot coffee, he drank it hurriedly, picked up his briefcase and hurried to school.
* * *
He arrived on time to school for the first hour of chemistry. There was no way to just miss this lesson. They had a young female teacher, fresh graduate with a pleasant look, well developed tits, but the icing on the cake were her legs, perfect and like they were living their own life.
“Hi, how are you?”
Dan shook hands with his colleague, a tall, quiet boy. Although Dan himself was not tall, he had always loved to sit back in the last rows. So he could see everyone in the class at any time. He liked to analyze each one when it was not interested in what is discussed at the blackboard, trying to guess how each of them feels and lives, beyond appearances.
But now he had eyes only for legs of the chemistry teacher. Though she knew she was looked with lust by the students, he felt a certain delight in the way of how she put one leg over the other on the seat of the chair.
“Turner, tell us the resulting from the reaction. Turner!”
Dan flinched. He stood up, glanced at the blackboard and answered mechanically. He had no problems with chemistry, he understood it very well, though he did not like it.
The teacher stood up and walked to the back rows while talking to the blackboard. She stopped beside Dan. The discreet scent of her perfume dazed him.
He was sorry when the lesson ends. He get out in the lobby of the school, hoping to see Helen during the break. She speak to a boy from the school football team, laughing heartily at his gesticulations. Dan feel an empty stomach. He crawled back to the empty class, and pulled out the tablet from the briefcase. He spent the remaining hours absent, thinking of Helen and Facebook. He had decided to sign up for an account, but had no idea how. He read everything he found on Google about Facebook. Did not understand much, but he decided that tonight he will enter in this world.
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