.. well my name doesn't matter but let's call me Stuart. I was 16 at the time, about 5ft 6, the makings of a 6-pack. I was basically your scrawny litt...e half-nerd with glasses and a brown belt in karate. I had a girlfriend (hard to believe but true) who was... alright I guess, wasn't that sexy but wasn't ugly. She'd actually been my best friend until I had the guts to ask her out. But more important than her was her sister. A mixed race 12 year old by the name of Nikki who was about my chin. The internet was dominated by AOL and the endless waves of promotional discs they would send out. Tim Allen was America's dad and a little group of Friends were making their debut.For me high school had just ended and I was trying to figure out who I was and where I was going. I felt trapped in my small town in eastern North Carolina. I enrolled in classes at a community college in the neighboring town and got a job as night manager for a Subway sandwich shop. This Subway was located inside a. She dropped off her nine-year-old son off at my place around 7:30 PM. I knew Mark well, so I didn't try to impose an arbitrary bedtime on him: he was a very energetic nine-year-old and liked to stay up later than most k**s, so I put on the kettle to make some tea for us. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Mark had already poured the tea. I cautioned him about handling a boiling kettle, but he just smiled and said, "I do this with Mom all the time."I added milk and a cube of sugar to my. . Whew!The look her father gave her when he handed Kelly the towel, was a look that said, "I can't leave you alone for a second or this is what happens". Then when she was about to go to sleep the first night. The door to her bedroom swung open a tad, while she was getting undressed She was sure she had closed it. When her father came by, he screamed at her to be more cognizant of what she was doing.The next thing that was strange, was her father talking to himself, or rather answering somebody.