My Mom and he are divorced and I would see him a couple times a month. This was not one of the days that we were supposed to hang out. Dad says “We...need to talk to you.” We all sat down and he tells me, “ You Mom and I have enrolled you in to XXX boarding prep school.” I was stunned, I sat there for a second and said “When?”. Mom replied, “Two weeks, Middle of August.” I looked them in the eye, “Anything else?” I asked. “We’ll need to get you some new clothes.” she replied. I said ok, stood up. ”There wasn’t much I could say, so I changed the subject. “We need to get you home; I can book you a flight tomorrow.”She shook her head, “It won’t work even if I would let you buy the ticket, I can’t fly. I’ve no ID.”“Fuck.” I shook my head in disgust; I’d forgotten that security had been ramped up since 9/11. “Okay, where do you need to be?”“Denver.”Mike and I just looked at each other and laughed. I misquoted Boggy, “All the bars in the world, and you had to walk into this one.”Zoe kept. I dumped the stuff I had brought with me from upstairs on the table at the side and motioned for Rose to move along to make room for me. I sat down, picked up my wine and spread myself freely so she was squashed between us. Mo and Yvonne came up for air as I sat down. “Have we all had a fun afternoon?” I asked.“Fucking brill, darling,” was Mo’s enthusiastic reply before she ducked her head down and kissed one of Yvonne’s nipples that had somehow escaped from her bra.Yvonne simply smiled at me. Darting to the far side of the bed, I crouch behind it hiding. My head pops up just enough to see where he is in the room. Shutting the door to the room, and my only means of escape, the large human walks over to the bed, stopping just on the other side.Crouching farther down to the floor, my behind twitching just in case he decides to come after me. With careful slow movements, still watching my stance, he sits down on the bed far enough away to where I don’t move.Looking around the room, I.