Rachel did her best to stay out of his way and not make him angry. This worked most of the time, except when he was really drunk. When he was like tha..., anything she said or did could rub her dad the wrong way and set him off. The real bad stuff didn’t start happening until a few months ago. It had become normal for Rachel’s dad to get drunk Friday night and come home with some woman and fuck her brains out. Rachel did her best to ignore the noise and pretend it never happened. But quickly the. I thought there was no time like the present, so I talked to Coach Zoon after lunch. He taught my AP American History class. I asked if I could talk to him and Coach Hope during my last period. I had a free period that could be used for either tutor sessions or self-study. I normally used it to watch game film.At the appointed time, I found them in Coach Hope’s office.“Come in, David. Have a seat,” Coach Hope said when he saw me at the door. “What can we do for you?”“I wanted to talk to you. "Yeah, I could do with another drink," I said and then I knew I was right when Carol and Jerry exchanged odd looks.They had a big suite, bigger than mine so it must have cost them the earth."Champagne, everybody?" asked Jerry and he poured out 5 big glasses.I knew one thing, I wasn't going to drink anything they gave me. I took a small sip then put the glass down. Carol and Barbara were chatting while Jerry kept topping up their glasses.I don't know at the time if they put anything extra in the. "Every time someone in the world mentions one of my ancestors my fur changes color, and you can stop that. You're not dreaming. If you try to wake yourself up when you're not dreaming, you'll just look stupid."This fucking cat was actually reading my mind and continually changing colors about every thirty seconds.I tried to clear my mind of incriminating thoughts. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"He told me his name was Rich; he was born in Sicily, and then later moved to Savannah,.