We called in with Kevin and Peter in their suite. Peter was flickingthrough the myriad cable television channels. Kevin was munching on anapple from t...e well-stocked fruit bowl that was a standard feature inall of our suites."Hi," he munched with his mouth half-full. "Come on in." Oh hi!" said Peter looking over his shoulder. "Get this, there's likeover a hundred channels and there's hardly anything but commercials onmost of them. I mean, there's like a break for adverts every tenminutes."Jools. It was if thesalon was using her to channel its magic through her."How old are you Harry?" Natalia asked with any eerie almost disembodiedvoice. Green bolts arched from her fingers."I'm seventeen. And you aren't going to do anything to me," he replied ina rather girlish voice. "You can't make me into a bimbo..." Oh really?" Natalia said as if asking a question. "The salon has otherideas. Didn't you hear your voice? It's almost as soft as Jenna's." Shesmiled at Jenna. "You're becoming a. So how about you telling me what’s consuming you?”“Everything and nothing, I suppose,” I said.“Son,” he said, “if you’re expecting me to come out with scintillating words of wisdom and comfort, you might have to be a little more precise than that.”“Well,” I said, thinking hard, “there’s school, work, Kathy, Cal and now the DVD and the police. I just don’t know where I am.”“Let’s look at them in reverse order,” Dad said,” I don’t think you need to worry about the DVD and police.”“What?” I asked,. "Umm…Patrick…what…what are you doing?" My teacher asked me in a low voice. She did not try and move away or push me away and I did not let go. "I thought you were going to fall," I told her as I looked down into her brown eyes. I was almost a foot taller than she was and I liked how I towered over her and the feeling of her small body in my arms.Mrs. Jennings put her hands on my bare stomach to push me away but she didn't, at least not at first. I was pleasantly shocked when I felt her.