Let me tell you about Jess a little. She is half filipina and half white. She is tall and lanky for age of 11, with a fine light brown skin that tan... beautifully every summer. She has high cheek bones and slightly almond shaped eyes surmounted by auburn hair and a pair of lips to die for. Every time we go out, we always get compliments on her looks. Mind you, I feel nothing sexual for my step daughter, only admiration. Well, after ten minutes she came down and was holding something to her. .. And freeze, a grin splitting my face.Prof. Frankens mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on. The class is loudly murmuring, but I ignore them as I consider what this means. Do I have super powers? Am I some kind of mutant? More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do? It has to be more than just turning off lights, because I'd done it to my alarm clock.The lights came back on, startling me, and I remove the smile from my face a moment. But Dad left us in peace, taking the extension cord which had powered our iPads and the fluorescent light. Rain poured down--so much for the revised forecast—though with no lightning or thunder. Mom offered her tentative permission to continue our sleepover into the morning. The first crack of lightning, however, and the campout was history.It bothered me, more than I was willing to admit, that Mom had not spoken to me concerning her conversation with David. She and I are unusually close (for a. Pa hadn't brought a gun so he borrowed mine. Now he was a big man and the stock on my gun had been sized for my shorter arms and smaller frame. He looked awkward as he held what looked like a toy sized single shot rifle in shooting stance. It didn't slow him down a bit as he shot. He and I both hit the dot in the center. A skinny little Cherokee Indian kid about two years older than me also touched the dot.Seven others were in the inner circle, which was about two inches across. All the other.