” I looked at my math mark on my final report card, I failed Math 9 again. I was the definition of a loser, I didn’t have many friends, I wasn’... athletic at all, and I failed most of my classes. I knew my Mom was going to be really angry at me for another F on my report card. It turns out that I was right, she started screaming at me and it escalated into a huge argument. The outcome of the argument was that I had to get a full time tutor to help me over the summer. Naturally, I was. If she says no, then this is a bust. But if she says yes and I didn’t do this right then she won’t trance for Master’s video and also I’m busted! Fuck, I hope this works. “Ok,” her mom said at last. “Let’s give it a shot. I just watch?” Brenda handed her the headphones. “You have to put these on. The meditation uses something called binaural beats to take you deep.” Her mom nodded as she put them on. “I've heard of those. They're supposed to be very effective.” You have no idea. Brenda pressed. I'd run through a mental checklist of what had actually happened during that summer, and to be honest ... it hadn't been much. As I recalled, I'd spent most of it in my room jerking off ... nothing that would directly contradict being hit by a truck and then spending 8 weeks in recuperation.Just to be safe, I'd asked her not to bring it up to anyone. It was a weird conversation, but I'm pretty sure that I managed to convince her to at least avoid mentioning it to Mom - I'd said it would "bring. ...I'm, ah, OK. Was just doing some sit-ups and I'm sortof hot."Weird, I thought. Sit-ups in bed wearing a robe. O K. I glanced overtowards his closet and saw Michelle's pink pageant dress hanging on thedoor. It had been her idea for his costume. I was surprised he'd gonealong with it so easily. "Soooo......how was trick-r-treating? You surelooked cute in your little outfit." "Awwww dad.......give me a break!!! The guys really gave me a hard time." Sorry, Brian. I'm sure they did but maybe.