"Now stop worrying. I'm leaving in a bit to babysit at the McGuire's'." Call me when you get home and tell me how it went. I have a babysitting job to...orrow night at the Carson's." Okay. I'll give you a call."The night of babysitting was uneventful. The kids were good and Mrs. McGuire gave me $40, and I got her to let Mr. McGuire drive me home.He was slow to get talking, but I told him about the band trip and how much money it cost. He seemed sympathetic. Then I said, "I've been earning money. My skin tingling like a bolt of lighting had just hit me. A spark of energy flowing through my skin. The hair on the back of my neck raised.I giggled like a school girl as I made my way through the room to his couch. he politely asked me to be patient as he had just got out of the shower and needed to finish up.I waited impatiently as I scoped the room, looking at his big posters of African a****ls. His furnishings were modern and quite impressive for a bachelor fro Nigeria.He didn't take long. I hadn’t expected a siege weapon, especially one with such powerfully enchanted ammunition.Almost as though we were actors in a play, we both looked up at the same time, and our eyes met. She crouched behind the ballista, and I stood in the doorway. Between us was an improvised barricade of furniture. A few feet away from her was an open trapdoor. Judging from the scent of moss and moisture coming from it, I presumed it was her escape route.I couldn’t help it.I growled.It was the deep rumbling. My adopted brother, Jeremy, was Dad's nephew, who's dad was never known and Mom died of cancer 3 years ago. He had dark skin and the startings of an afro. He was also 12, but looked older. He was fairly muscular, and a brilliant football player.Throughout the day I figured out what all the fuss was, from bits of news I had figured out that my sister had a video of her spreading across the school, and it involved two other people on the year above her and lots of nudity. I was disgusted, I mean.