I drew my dagger."Let me just get a grip on this branch and I'll whittle you free." No!" he exclaimed. "Cut the braid if you have to, but leave the tr...e alone." Why?" Dutifully, I began plucking hairs from the branches without harming the tree. "It's just a tree." My warrior's braid took me a few years to grow," he explained, patiently. "But when this tree was a seedling, our ancestors were chipping stone tools and most still thought of fire as a dangerous novelty." How can it be that old?" I. " "You've had plenty of time," he replied, before he swung the bat at my left side view mirror. "I'm sorry, but you will get your money soon. Please calm down," I pleaded with my heart pounding. He swung the bat at my windshield. "You better be right, or I may have to total this little blue car," he made clear, strutting backwards towards the exit. "If you really piss me off, maybe it'll be something smaller, like your legs. I'll expect a down payment of at least a grand by tomorrow," he warned. "Now I grew up in a pretty liberal household. My parents taught me there was nothing wrong with sex and didn't mind when I started sleeping with boys as a teenager. In fact, they used to let me take them to my room as long as they didn't spend the night. They didn't say anything when I went through a lot of boys really quickly, though I think my dad was disappointed in me. The fact was, I liked sex and I liked boys, and I didn't see anything wrong with having a lot of either."So after my friend. I spent my life between the school lab, library and cross-country team. Cross-country running introduced me to two forming aspects of my teenage hood. They were Mr Okoye our biology teacher and then poison ivy. Mr Okoye introduced me to the world of botany and through his eyes; I saw the wonders of the plant world. Poison ivy introduced me to the world of Ms Eliza, the school nurse.Ms Eliza was well known in the school for taking care of all kinds of mishaps like grazed knees, sprained ankles.