Part 5 of the Sixth Degree

Previously on the Sixth Degree:
David Schultz-Lancaster was called to his doctor's appointment by an attractive married nurse. Not very important detail. Daniela Martinez turned on her computer and drummed her fingers impatiently as she waited for it to warm up. Maybe I should buy a new computer, she thought as she ruefully eyed her six year-old desktop. ’Course, the kids gotta come first, as the sound of three year-old playing tag wafted in through the open window of her study. It wasn’t really a study, more of a closet, down to the shelf a foot above her head. And the window wasn’t really a window, more of a hole cut in the wall with a hacksaw by an ex-boyfriend, coerced into doing it by the act that had produced the three kids playing outside.
The computer booted up and Daniela wasted no time in going onto the long-distance schooling website, where she logged in and started her math lesson. I know it’s not the best way to get an education, she thought, but it’s all I got.
The door of her study banged open. Her oldest son, Samson, stood in the entrance. The thirteen year old boy had always been the child that had given her the most grief, and now she was afraid that he would get caught up in this nonsense with the Bloods and the Crips.
“Moms, I’m goin’ out.”
“Where?”
“To Mr. Houston’s house. I still have that job mowing his lawn for the rest of the month.”
Daniela glanced at the clock on her computer. “Okay, but you gotta be back by five.”
“A’ight. See ya.”
He left the door open on the way out.


“Oh, David.”
The nurse gasped as he went up the back of her shirt and began to unfasten her bra. She hooked her right leg around his left and he bumped against a mop as she writhed in his arms.
Having undone the bra, he flung it away put the hand in her hair. Then he began to unbutton her shirt with his other hand.
“David.” The nurse moaned again, and he heard footsteps in the hall outside. He shushed her and waited for the footsteps to pass. They did not. As they neared the closet where David and the nurse were, they slowed and stopped outside.
David began to worry. Maybe the person the footsteps belonged to was just lost and trying to find his way, or maybe he had received a call and was digging in his pocket for his phone, or – Maybe not. The door swung open and slammed into the wall with enough force to rattle the various bottles of cleaning fluid strewn around the cramped space. In the open doorway was a stocky, red-faced man who seemed to take some offense at David being with the nurse.