” “Oh?” “That I don’t remember everything.” Jill’s hand caressed my cheek, and I sighed. A day ago, I wouldn’t have allowed another gi...l to touch me like this. Now, it felt like the most perfect thing in the world. “There’s one thing though,” I admitted. “I’ve got no idea how I can look your Mom in the eyes.” “She’ll know nothing. You don’t need to worry about her.” “Still,” I insisted, “I will know. And if I don’t make it, I’ll lose my stipend and it will be the end of my college career.” We. Oh, here was his stop. Right. Men are in charge of women by what Allah has given one over the other. He was gonna make that work. Women are deficient in intellect - narrated Abu Said Al-Khudri.“Hi,” Grace smiled at Mohammad as he came into the cafeteria, which had a few other people in today getting ready to do stuff. Really he was SO good-looking, though he seemed a bit tense, almost as if he could tell Mia and Paul had come early to make quite sure she’d be alright.At least Mia and Paul said. ‘There are some sodas in the fridge.’ ‘Okay,’ I said and left the garage. Dalton’s song was still playing in my mind as I entered the kitchen. I began to sing the chorus to myself as I got the drinks out of the refrigerator. Bad idea. When I turned around, Billy was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his mouth in an O shape. ‘I thought you said you couldn’t sing.’ ‘No. I never said that I couldn’t,’ I told him. ‘I just never said that I could.’ He raised his arms in protest. ‘Why? That. "Camie? Young lady? What the fuck?" I thought."Mrs, Sinclair, you know that I am not a lady. I'm eighteen today and aman! My name is Cameron and I am old enough to get out of here. Drinkyour coffee, I want to get out of here now," I said harshly glaring intoher eyes.The reaction that I was expecting didn't take place. Instead, Mrs. Brownjumped up, grabbed the razor strop from the closet, pushed me over to thecounter and began walloping my ass like all blazes. "Damn it Girl! Idone thought.