He never let any of us just slide by even if we were his favorites. So about half way through the first semester I'm completely failing and my parents...send me to his tutoring class after school across the street. There was the front room which had a computer and some filing cabinets, a second room with a white board and a desk for one on one tutoring, and a back room with about 15 desks for group study. This is where our story begins.My first week there was rough because I actually had to do. Cut to two days later: It's 8 p.m., all the administrative staff, front-office and sales people are gone, it's just us in the shipping department checking in a few packages.Cristy walks by, I assumed on her way out, in a frilly miniskirt and a scoop-neck T-shirt.She says to Dom, Nate and I, "My shitty husband has cheated on me with at least half a dozen girls. I'm gonna be giving blow jobs in the supply closet. You can come one at a time, or I can handle all three of you at once if you're into. I'm John Smoke. Mr. Mirrors is behind the scenes." Hechuckled. "Welp. That joke fell flat. Anyone here with a biometrics-capable secretary recognizes me by now. I'm a former felon andmindwipe. I'm told my name was Brennan Giles. I was ... a news item inmy day. Frankly, I don't remember much about it." He paused. "I thinkthey do that on purpose?"He waited for the laughter to die down. "This is the land ofopportunity. A person like me," he pointed to himself, "can become ... aperson like me. I'm. This no longer feels good," I said, trying to get away."Stop!" Juliet said, pulling me back. "It's going to hurt before it feels good, trust me." Okay, fine," I said, trying not to feel the tight grip her fingers had on my shoulders."Carrying around these all day brings a lot of back pain, and my masseuse works miracles, making it feel good," Stacy said as she dug into my neck."Well, you know there is a way not to cause back pain," I smiled."What have someone carry them around for me?" Juliet.