Keep her cooped up for three years, and it will seem three decades. If it lasts that long. Do you get my drift?”“Actually, I do,” I said. “I h...d never thought of just locking her up in the apartment. Would she want to go to college?” An interesting idea. I suspected mad, torrid sex could only go so far.“I have no idea. That you have to talk about with her. And your apartment. Where will she be staying? In your bedroom? Do you have a second bedroom available?” I nodded yes. “Let her have her own. Let me explain, from the age of eight, I won a whole series of beauty competitions and therefore a whole lot of money, things were fine at the start but when I reached my teenage years, I began to ask questions about where all the prize money was going to, I never got any satisfactory answers and my parents began fighting with each other over it so I began proceedings and actually split from them on my sixteenth birthday!I had just enough left to purchase a small cottage for cash and I set. Who wants to toss the frisbee around?”Who knew that Carol was so good at tossing a frisbee? Rhee, obviously, but all of the rest of us were surprised. She had, by far, the highest skill level among us, being able to do some fancy throws. Dad and Rhee were the next best, but they weren’t close to Carol’s level. Another surprise was Heather’s tumbling ability. It started when she leaped after the frisbee and turned it into a quick somersault. It turns out that she can do cartwheels, handsprings,. I.V.! I wasn't doomed to a horrible death from AIDS! I'd rolled thedice, had unprotected sex with an H.I.V. case, and would live to tellthe tale!I know it must sound callous for me to refer to Ron that way, but one ofthe things I'd developed over the past month was a gallows sense ofhumor, which Ron shared. I'd promised him that I'd let him know if heinfected me, so I punched his number into my car's hands-free on thedrive back home. "Hi Missy," he answered."Good news, baby. You didn't.