You must be exhausted from that drive. You go get some rest."We went upstairs to the guest bedroom and shut the door."I may be misreading him, but I t...ink your dad wants us to get married,"I said."Hm, I don't know where you're getting that from," Sara joked back.I leaned up close to her. "You want to get frisky?" I whispered."Ugh, I keep telling you. Not in my parent's house." Fine," I said with a harumph. We both got got undressed and slipped intothe guest bed and passed out.Chapter 3The sun. It was all bullshit and I knew it. I had hacked their computer systems back when I was ten to find out where the asshole lived that beat me up a few times a week. That in itself is a whole other story.As always happens, the benefit of them getting fame for me acing the SAT at 13 was less important to them than the financial cost to the school system of losing one student off their education rolls. I wonder how much of that pot of money they spent making sure my records were hidden.Ariel and I. Eventually I felt myself drifting off and decided that I should turn infor the night ahead of my school day tomorrow and the sleepover. Goingback to the closet, I returned my boss' dress and without thinking aboutit, padded back down the landing clad only in my lingerie. It was thenthat I heard voices, and before I could do anything about it, Mr. Smithrounded the top of the stairs and was on the landing in front of me.There was nothing I could do, nowhere to hide. I was standing there cladonly. Mickey had to go in to work to make out a report but was going to be back in a little while.Sue, Mercy, and I went for a walk, pushing Stevie in his stroller. We walked down to the new expanded entryway of the park. There was now a guard shack that was always attended from seven in the evening till seven in the morning. The same security service that patrolled the park put someone in the shack. The little guard house really was pretty nice. It was air conditioned, had a bathroom, a TV, a small.