My head was spinning pretty well. I wasn't really sure what had just happened. Mom came home about 20 minutes later. She did her normal rounds and ...irected Jim to the couch for the night. After everyone got ready for bed, Jim crashed quickly on the couch, Janelle helped my sister to her room and my mom was off to her own room to sleep. I decided I would try to get some rest, even though my mind was still trying to process my conversation from earlier.I had been in bed for about an hour. I was also still getting my head around the improbable notion that I was at all a suitable person for instructing a young and very impressionable young lady. Back home, my bosses and acquaintances at the BMA would laugh themselves silly at even the suggestion of this. Maybe with this minor success things there might be different, but I didn't think so. An old Army sergeant told me once while I was doing my obligatory military service right after school, that it only takes one "Oh Shit!' to wipe. He puts a twentyon the bar and Turk takes it and brings him his change. I'm thinking it's time toditch Willy so before Turk can hand him the bills I say, "That's your tip, honey." Turk ignores Willy and thanks me, saying, "Appreciate it, Kara." I brush back mylong red hair with one hand and give Turk a smile.I'm sipping my drink and wondering how far I'll have to push the midget to get himto leave. Maybe I should start talking about how I'm a size queen, which is true,and that I'm not. I get Mom to French braid my hair.I put on a pair of sweats and a tank top, and head into Peter's room with my math text book to get some help. I remember that he did this kind of stuff last year."Hey Peter, I was wondering if you could help me with something..." I says, going into his room.He is sitting on his bed, surrounded by books and papers. "Wow, think you have enough work?" I ask."Supposedly this is light..." he says, shrugging."I feel really bad for you." Yeah, me too." Well, I was.