The air, while still refreshing as it passed over and caressed her body, was becoming more humid, the smell of marshland more evident as they neared t...e equator. After all, that was where most of the water was.After another hour of travel, and one more sexual assault on Jeff, the railcar swayed sharply as it was suddenly shunted onto a sidetrack. The automatic brakes engaged at the same time as buffers noisily pressed against the sides of the car. The sudden swerve and lack of forward motion. I had won one or two talent awards from singing acoustic, but I’ve never done it in front of someone, that I loved.About half way through the song, I morphed it, to turn around the meaning, and started singing I’m yours by Jason Mraz and went through the whole length of that song. Once I finished, I just started strumming my own tune. Nikkie smiled at me. “I didn’t know you could play Guitar Tyler. Let alone sing? How come you never told me?” I laughed a little huffy laugh “You didn’t ask”. He was a pain in the ass. One time he shoveled the snow off the driveway for us, once. That's the only thing he ever contributed the entire time he lived with us. He quit school, and that was a deal breaker. He worked, but he traded cars about 5 times, bought a PS4, did a bunch of other stupid shit. He paid zero rent. Fucker was better off than I was.A couple times he snuck in friends. I mean, he's 18, and obviously he's allowed to have friends, but it would be a lot cooler if he brought people. To be honest, I was never that great as acheerleader. Many of the cheers were far too advanced for me to learn insuch a short amount of time, and by the first game I was clearlyincapable of keeping up. Despite my lack of talent in the cheer section,I could tell that the men in the audience couldn't look away from mybody's jiggling while I shook my pom poms and leapt up and down in mytight uniform. To the chagrin of the girls on the cheer squad, most ofthe boys would come up to me between plays.