"I woke up in hospital. According to the police I started screaming andhaving convulsions. I didn't stab anybody. Kendra called an ambulanceand said...it was Blast so a bunch of cops turned up as well asparamedics." But you're OK now?" Not exactly. My brain got fried. They're doing a new therapy on meand it's sort of working, but I have a lot of amnesia. My doctor thinksmy coming back to school might help with that."Pamela took a sip of her coffee and looked thoughtful."Are you willing to. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the. “Ah, my new magic cell phone knows all. Besides, who else would call me?” I chuckled.“Oh ... you are so smart, Nico. I am calling to invite you to dinner Saturday night. It has been a long time since you’ve come here. It’s time. Please say you will be here,” she pleaded.“Of course I will. I’ll never miss a home cooked meal by you, Mama.”“Wonderful. I will have news for you when you come. See you Saturday. Don’t be late,” she said before hanging up.Huh, I thought. That was pretty abrupt for her.. “You see sir (Irie put contempt in the word sir, to give it the same inflection as the word slug) on Friday yo0u were checking out Maddie’s tits and got a hard on from it. We all saw it, and Corne here took a video of you ogling Maddie’s tits and getting a hard on in front of the class. So it’s easy. You show Maddie your balls, sorry, your testicles, or we go with the video to the principal and say you ogled one of your students and got a hard on in front of the class. Bye bye job. Or drop.