"I know Jason cares about me. He'd never do anything like that." Di stalled trying to find the words to say what she was feeling. "So why do I feel so...guilty?" Maybe part of you wants him to?" Michelle guessed and Di sighed."I know it's supposed to be wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong to me."Michelle took a slow, deep breath. "Jason has always had the worst luck with girlfriends. He's a little too trusting. Carrie was just the latest in a long line of women who've taken advantage of him." I hate. We left on Friday night. The coach told methat I was bunking with Shawn. Ordinarily, the quarterback would get hisown room. When I asked, I was told that I was Shawn's body-guard, and noTherese visits or calls should reach Shawn until after the game. The coachalso told me that Shawn had his pick of body-guards, and asked for mespecifically because I was "smarter than all the other choices combined."That night Shawn and I went over the plays until the assistant coachknocked on the door at 10:45. The next drawer had a dozen bras also white cotton and also all a like. The drawer below that contained at least four dozen pair of socks, the big kind that come up almost to the knee. I was in hell for sure. I wanted to call the Fashion Police.Then dad said to me, “Get out of those clothes you are wearing and give them to me! Including all of your jewelry! You will find acceptably earrings in your desk drawer!”At least he politely left the room and waited out in the hall for me to change. I. And that's what she is doing. She gets me a round doughy ball she calls SioPao, an eggroll looking thing she calls Lumpia, some noodles she calls Pancit and white rice. And I have money left over! She get's something for herself she calls sinigang with rice, and I pay for that too. It's the least I can do. We sit down to eat together. I have too much on my plate, but everything is better than good. It is fantastic! Those Chinese don't know shit about eggrolls. These Lumpia beat them all to.