“Oh, how is Paul?” Mom asked.“He’s fine. He’s in my Accounting 101 class.” I said.“Is his dad still alive?” Mom wanted to know.“No, ...e passed on. You know Paul’s dad was eighty-five when Paul was fifteen,” I said.“Did you ask how many kids his dad eventually fathered?” Mom asked.“No, I didn’t think it would be polite. If we become friends again, and are having some beers, I’ll ask him about it,” I said.“If I remember right, his dad had married his fifth wife and she was about to have his 35th. As I hurried home, leaving work late as usual my mind wandered to what I needed to do: change clothes, make tea, get question list. I parked my car and hurried to the door. I threw my bags on the table by the door and kicked off my heels. I needed to hurry and change before the prospective trainer showed up for his interview. As I went up the stairs untucking my blouse from my skirt the doorbell rang. ‘Damn. At least he is punctual.’ I whispered under my breathe. ‘Be right there!’ I yelled. What does that have to do with the parasite?”“This would be easier to tell if we went somewhere else” Clark said, his face now matching a ripe tomato.“ok.” Said Kara, immediately taking flight making 5000 feet before Clark caught up, his mind in a haze. “Kara, your 16 I think it’s well past time for you to know ‘the Talk’. Wish Zor-EL told you before he sent you off but shit happens. “He paused, savoring the use of the dirty word.” The bulge in my pants is called an erection. It’s when a male’s. I met up with John in the lunch room and we headed out the door and he took me to the church down the street. I sparked up a cigg during the walk. We got to the church and we sat there and talked while smoking our ciggs. Then the girl walked up and said "hey dumbass I want to talk to you" wondering what the hell she wanted I got up and followed her to the walkway that goes through the middle of the church. When we stopped I asked "what the fuck is your problem with me, why you acting like.....".