. Especially in my chemistry class. I'm excellent at blowing shit up." I said staring at my aunt evilly.Brian squeezed my thigh tightly almost causing...a reaction out of me.After dinner everyone sat in the living room. My brother kept staring at me. I couldn't help but notice that look in his eye. He wanted me and bad. My parents decided to go out and have some drinks with my aunt. Which was good because I hated my parents anyway. I went up to the bathroom and began to brush my teeth. Brian came. "Jessie's still unconscious. I called her parents. They're flying out here." I talked to mine," Warren told her, "and I told them not to fly out here. I told them I'd let them know what was going on--since I wasn't in a coma or anything, and it was just my knee, there was nothing they could do." Yeah."Just then, a policeman came into the room, asking to speak to Warren. "Sure," Warren said, "but I have to tell you, I don't remember anything." Nothing?" I was driving, talking to Jessie about the. Davie had called during the week, and referred to our earlier cryptic conversation. "Were you referring to girls' tits, by any chance?" he asked. My heart leapt. I told him I was. He said he thought he knew what I meant now."You remember Claudia?" Did I! Claudia was Davie's girlfriend. Things had cooled off in the last six months or so, he said, until she called him on Wednesday night. Urgently!"What coffee does she drink?" I asked quickly."Shit, how would I know? Some Dutch stuff she found. She'd also gotten the top marksmanship award on the rifle range."I shot perfect the very first time we qualified with the M4," she announced, proudly. "And all thanks to Bob for teaching me how to shoot so well. But nobody groped me while I was doing it." She grinned. Then she shrugged. "Shooting the pistol was harder, but I figured it out. I never shot expert, but I got Marksman. I need to buy a hand gun so I can practice here, in the back yard."The only thing she was sad about was that she.