" "Winchell? He's your English teacher, isn't he? How are you doing in his class?" "Yeah, I've got him for English. I think I'm doing okay." "But..." ...What do you mean, Dad?" "'I'm doing okay in English', but... I want to know what the 'but' is." He folded his hands over his chest. "And I'm going to keep asking until you tell me." Sid sighed. "Okay, okay. The 'but' is Mr. Winchell. I've been his special target lately. It seems like there isn't a day that goes by without him making me the 'but,'. But they must have heard me nonetheless.My consciousness slipped away into an inky void.Shapes began to manifest. Two slim, fit-looking women appeared. One had dark brown hair, the other woman pure white. Instinctively I knew, they were no mortals."Ayo, got 'im!" the white-haired woman said, sounding rather freakish. The voice I heard was definitely not hers. It must be the other one then."Ignore my sister, Carnachias, please. Serial masturbation has left her brain damaged." The brown-haired. Then he saw a real Beth. He had been seeing peaks of her for a while now. She blew him a little kiss and a little wave. General Franks was nodding with a smile as he looked at his wife.“What else did she tell you to tell me?” John whispered.“I don’t understand it, but she said to tell John if he wants four more, she’s ready to start practicing NOW!” Lucy started at a whisper then ended with a shout.Everything in the room stopped.“Mr. President, may I leave please?” John asked. The president. Ummm, Willie is the man I lived with. My parents did little to help me besides pile on the "I told you so's". Like when I go home, like for Christmas, we barely interact. No gifts or even big welcomes or goodbyes. My Dad says he could never love me like his little girl again. Sounds depressing, but I've learned to live with it. When they found out their 16 year old was sleeping with a 27 year old they damn near disowned me. When I turned 18, they threw me out with a "him or them" ultimatum..