It was inevitable. So, now we all will take our turn in this bed. We will sleep ... or not. Whatever seems appropriate. Is that not the way of marriag...?” She had been practising this speech in her head. It sounded better, less stilted in her head; but it came across well anyway. She smiled at him.“Oh, right. Well ... right. But you are all school girls.”“I know, right? Every man’s dream I would think”He moved over and kissed her “How long are you here for then?” He liked her hair, and her. She said my reaction wasn't that uncommon with older people, but was pretty unusual in a child. I was almost sixteen years old, and I no longer considered myself a child. I had been unconscious for about three hours. The nurse told me that Sister Clara was in the waiting area, anxiously waiting for me to regain consciousness. She asked me if I felt up to having Sister Clara come in to see me. I told her yes. While the nurse went to get Sister Clara, I tried to think of something I could say to. It's after 11 o'clock. Megan Parker has called for you twice already this morning. Your Dad and I are leaving to go to help paint at the Church for a while. I told your father you had to study and couldn't go. He thinks you should be there. So, don't have too much fun here. We will be home by 3 or 4. And, why do you leave your underwear lying around on the floor? Carree!! Are you awake?" Yes Mother", I groggily answered. " I heard you. I'll call Megan. I don't think I'll be going anywhere, and. When I had the courage to act revenge in the boys changing room when everyone was swimming, I'd take extra time to think of the possibility one of these wiggly things making friends with the hole in his bottom.Even my bout of accidental magic wasn't as nice as I told it. Everyone was laughing at me, school trousers ripped when I stood up, realising that someone had spread glue over my chair. The humiliation I felt enlightened a protective burn and suddenly everyone was itching their body like.