This is a marriage of convenience.”“Do you give all the new teachers this speech, Miss Weiss?”“Let me be honest. This is a ghetto school, and ...ou’re a white guy. It is not the easiest of positions for black teachers. You’re going to deal with shit all the time, and I expect you to handle yourself properly.”“I’ll do my best not to disappoint you. Was there anything else you wanted?”She shook her head. As he got up to leave, Miss Weiss saw a large outline in his pants. It snaked down his quad. Something fun that we can all do together.” I finally asked, “What do you have in mind?” Amber jumps up and runs to the kitchen her firm butt bouncing as she runs. She comes back with a bottle of tequila that her older sister bought her for graduation. “We are going to play Spin the bottle truth or dare.” John and I are dumb struck as we have never heard of such a thing. She explains the rules to us: “Spin the bottle and whoever it lands on then has to decide Truth or Dare or shot.” Well it. One rule was that it had to be something they were okay with or agreed with at least subconsciously for their conscious mind not to instantly reject his suggestion. He had once suggested their middle sibling Ashley break up with a boyfriend who Nick could see was treating her poorly, but this broke her out of her suggestible state and she hadn't let him hypnotize her since. Usually he just helped her sleep and the first few times he did it, she mentioned getting the best nights sleep ever.. "I figured I'd use the time to try and catch up." Not a bad idea," she said. "I think you're a lot smarter than I was at your age."Carl didn't say, but he certainly thought, that he'd gladly have traded freshman years with Sandra. Or at least with her boyfriend."So what are you studying?" she asked as she noticed the open textbook on the desk and got up to take a look."Economics," Carl answered as he moved to the open book as well. "I've been stuck on a problem." Hmmmm," Sandra said as she.