Lindsay should have known better but the truth was, that whatever I did, it seemed impossible for Melissa to learn to cook or bake anything besides th... basic stuff. The harder she tried the more disastrous were the results. Without consciously thinking I hugged the devastated girl, and Lindsay joined me as I soothed Mel."Hey, Mel, we all have different strengths; but if you want to learn to be good with children, why don't you study to become a kindergarten teacher?"Both Lindsay and I could. .. Debbie?" the teenage Pat uttered, sounding hesitant and uncertain.I watched as my youthful counterpart began to nod, repeatedly and with increasing enthusiasm. "Oh, yeah," he said over and over, the smile on his face growing. At one point, he voiced, "Yeah, I'd really like that," in reply to a seemingly suggestive – perhaps even lurid – remark from the unseen Debbie.His look suddenly grew serious. "I won't tell anyone," he voiced. "I'll get my buddy to drop me off in the area. Not too close.. Have fun, be careful. TTYL She closed her phone, leaning her head against the back of her seat. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was only half lying, right? She was with a buddy from work. Kristy sighed deeply, once again pushing the guilt aside. She got out of her car and walked inside. The bar itself wasn’t that busy for a Sunday night, but the back room was hopping. Kristy assumed it was a football game due to the yelling and number of f-bombs she was hearing. She continued walking down a long. It made me uncomfortable but what was I to do, or say?Finally he spoke. "Anything?" he asked. “You’d do anything?”I couldn’t speak. I nodded."Michelle,” he said quietly, “you have one chance and one chance only or I will go to the Dean and you will be expelled. And you will never be allowed into another college."He went to his desk, wrote something and then returned to hand me the slip of notepaper. "Be at this address at 7:00 pm tonight and don't be late! Do not discuss this with anyone..