It had been an eventful night to be sure. Downstairs, I brewed a pot of coffee and was busy making blueberry muffins when Jennifer appeared. I hoped s...e wasn't sore about all that had happened this weekend. I hoped she wasn't sore but, if she was, well I figured I could live with her moods in the long run. Or not.Jennie fixed herself a cup of coffee and waited patiently for the stove timer to signal the muffins time to be devoured. I was attempting to be jovial about things but I could tell. To Annie's great embarrassment, the other students --with permission -- rattled off their favorite insults."A homo." A sissy." A chick with a dick."The room lost it on that one, and once again, it was as if Annie waswalking her trail of tears from the morning. She had never felt soalone, so ostracized.And in the corner, a student named Janie Anderson smiled at hersuffering.* *The day was a lonely one for Annie. People continued to refuse to sitnear her -- one teacher finally pulled her desk to. Was he angry? Shouldn't he be? But no, he thought it was a pretty smart move actually."So, did it help?" Are you kidding? With how much things have changed? Actually, he did help. It was a good kick up the pants for us — we were pretending that you were still a kid. He said that treating you as an adult would make a lot of difference. Then he gave us some ideas how to do that — like coffee on Sunday mornings. And he said that you had some secret, something big that was bothering you."Ahh.. By now everyone was caught up in my game. Ihad been carefully monitoring Laura’s cycle and waspretty sure of her date of ovulation.To keep everyone guessing I had Laura use her diaphragmup to the time she was due to ovulate then I let Gordonshot his sperm in her womb. The next morning I didn’tsay anything about Gordon coming in her and she visitedGordon and again that night. The following morning putthe morning after pills on the table next to herbreakfast. Laura sighed and gave me.