"Yet, it wasn't him leading, or was it?" I frowned. "I don't know!" You haven't been sharing what you've been doing" Cleo complained. "But I do know w...at you mean. You're dancing on the floor at Jake's place wasn't exactly the Katrina I knew from before." Cleo held up her index finger. "But. It was Eddie who lifted your skirt for you. It was Eddie who pulled you to the dance floor, and it was Eddie that took you out of the party." Cleo waited, again quiet, allowing me time to think.Yes, True, I. " Good morning, yourself." Dude, my dad is going to kick my ass when he finds that bottle gone. I'm going to be lucky if I get off with a grounding." Nah, he won't even remember he owned it. I fixed his memory. As far as he's concerned he only bought three bottles, not four." You messed with my parent's memories?" I didn't like that a bit."Settle down kid, it didn't hurt anything. I can't afford to let you get grounded right now, there's too much to do." Like what?" You'll find out. Now, go get. "One millisecond later they were high-fiving each other. I apparently had been set up. I should have known better, looking at the grin on Mrs. Ormstead's face."I suppose you two think you're clever. Well, in early July we are going to spend one week together in New York City. Mrs. Ormstead, I'd like you to accompany us. Do I hear any objections?"I had already discussed this with our housekeeper and while she felt I was being overly generous, she agreed to be Candy's chaperone when needed. I got. Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Rights. Transsexual Rights. Civil Rights. Yeah, I believe in humanity, though I usually believe that most people suck. I’m a misanthrope with both idealistic and cynical tendencies. I believe in people and yet I don’t believe in them at all. It’s hard to understand. Welcome to what it’s like to be me. I can do so many things it’s not even funny. Sometimes I feel like I might be Superman or something. I can’t fly. I can’t shoot fire out of my eyes. And if I had to go.