But all of that changed the day I met "Billy the kid"Billy is a skinny 13-year-old white boy I met last Friday night after the front tire on my black ...MW 745i caught a flat. Not only was it cold and rainy outside, but I had no clue of how to change a flat tire. Let alone, doing it in the rain. So, when 13-year-old Billy offered to change my tire if I bought him a pack of smokes. I gladly accepted. After about 10 minutes. Billy knocked on my window to let me know that he had changed my tire. I. “Sandy, first, you weren’t rich growing up either. You only ended up with a life of luxury by manipulating men to let you live off them, even though you were a great student with a degree in finance from a top school. You chose the easy, quick way to get ahead. I will give you a second choice. Instead of cutting the grass you can lounge on the lawn here, after I stake you to the ground and pour honey on you, so the fire ants can nibble on you all day long.”“Okay, Mike. I know now you are a. I’ll make you a plate.” ***I moved back in the house that night and settled into the spare bedroom. When we decorated the guest room earlier this year, I never considered I’d be living in it. After putting my things in the bureau, I transferred my clothes from the master bedroom and took my soiled things to the laundry. Timmy followed me around chatting about nothing. I knew he sensed something was wrong.I grabbed a beer from the fridge and thought about informing our parents but decided not. And... thank you for doing this for me. You really don't have to, but thank you for trying. Not many people in this world would do so much for me."I blinked, surprised again at what she'd said. But then Peyton opened the door and left."So that's it. Midterms are a wash. Nothing comparable." Bert sighed as the three of us walked up the hill toward class. "And the homework grading, while harsh, isn't completely out of bounds. We're out of luck. There's nothing concrete." I finished calculating.