"What opportunity?", she asked, "Why and how the hell is Peter involved in this?"I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I t...ld my Mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events.Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have. X-x-x-x The third period started and Lani's stomach had never been so full of butterflies. Butterflies swinging hockey sticks, she thought as she twisted her fingers together. She couldn't remember being so invested in a game—not even when her brother was in goal and his team made it to the NCAA Frozen Four. You are certifiable, she told herself. You must be, to be so concerned over a guy you've known for all of twenty minutes. She looked over at Dee and decided perhaps she wasn’t so bad. As usual this time he had gotten me good and although I was a little pissed about it my sense of humor always won through. The rest of them seemed to love laughing at me when I threatened to choke his ass. This time when he drunkenly got up to imitate me I booted him in the ass and he sailed out the door of the hut. Everyone broke up laughing when he stood up with his face covered in mud giving me hell for kicking him and ruining his show and tell. I gave him the Bronx salute and took another. It was my most important possession, except for that Dewar’s half bottle in the trunk. I found a little, run-down motel along the highway just across the Ohio as it was getting dark and I put in. I could have made it all the way home, but I was in no hurry. No one knew I was coming. I was a low expectation. I could not like-sleep without the Dewar’s, but I didn’t drink it anyway. There were too many arms and legs in my mind, too many women in burkas clutching babies, two too many dead Marines..