In most places, and under most conditions, it would have been impossible for me at twenty to have anything to do with her, but circumstances this case...were not normal.Carrie Ann's dad had died in Vietnam and her mother had become the town drunk and part-time whore and it was as one of her mother's customers that I first met Carrie Ann. I'd come naked out of her mother's bedroom to get a drink of water and found Carrie Ann sitting in the kitchen doing her homework. I was embarrassed, and not for. Even a moron knows not to taste strange liquids in a chemistry lab! She walked slowly over to me, staring at me dumbly. I pushed her into the shower. ‘Beth, wash yourself as good as you can. Did you get any in your eyes?!?’. She didn’t answer. She merely turned and stared into my eyes again as her hands slowly moved up to her hair and she started to wash it in the stream of water. I was scared, I have to admit. What would I say when I called poison control? A student was exposed to a cocktail. I had privacy if nobody wandered in. Access was by transporter pad only—no doors. Call it a tomb rather than a crib."Now's a good time for a banana split," I said as I staggered away from the sleep learner in the office area. I had a "bed room" consisting of a wall-to-wall gym mat that I used for sleeping or wild monkey sex—it was roughly the size of a boxing ring and doubled as an exercise area. I had a bathroom and dressing room of about the same ten meter by ten meter size with a combination. The story was that mother had met dad while she was studying at university. They had fallen in love and mother became pregnant and they got married. This was no news to me because in going through my father's papers I had found my birth certificate and my parent's marriage certificate. The consequence had been that mother had given up university.Now mother was thinking about resuming university studies as a mature age student. This was a good sign as far as I was concerned; mother wanting to.