She would have rather blended into the walls or left altogether, but this class was far too important to her. Hopefully she hadn't blown her chances o... passing it by acting like such an idiot.Once the last of the students had filed in, Professor Salinger stood up in front of his chair. "Good evening, I'm Colin Salinger. Welcome to English 369: Honors Creative Writing." The class giggled, but Allison couldn't figure out why. She made a mental note to ask Kaija about it when she got home."As you. And don’t bother yourself making food. I’ll prepare something for you.Me:- Ok, as you wish.I quickly parked my bike in the building and helped her again with the bags. We then went to her apartment which was on the top floor.Her flat was at the end of the corridor and is the only flat on that floor. She opened the door and we went inside. I helped her to keep the bags in the kitchen, and then she led me to the kid’s room.Her house had three bedrooms, each with attached bathrooms. One bedroom. Melody was a real thrill. Her act included a lot of audience participation in the sense that she would come over to individuals and tease them or humiliate them in some way. For instance she sat on a guys knee, just after the start of her act, dressed in a demure-ish tartan skirt and a tight jumper, grind around on him, then, just as his hands were about to cop a feel of her chest, she'd slap him away, get up and wag a finger at him. But she was a gorgeous raven–haired beauty with a. ..well we used to kid about it when we were kids. You used to look up all of our skirts..." she began.I interrupted, "I did not!" I insisted indignantly."You did so, Uncle Ken. I don't even think you realized it. As a matter of fact you still do it with my kids," she accused without seeming to be angry."No! Bull...! I don't...How can you even say that?" I was insulted."It's okay, Uncle Ken. I don't mean it's okay that you look at Sam, Liz or Franny...I just mean, I know that you don't even know.