‘You’re lucky to have such a wonderful boy.’ ‘Lucky?’ he thought. ‘I haven’t felt lucky for a long time.’ Sam reached out and, with th... back of his finger, lifted a tear from her right cheek. ‘How long has it been since you’ve felt lucky?’ Sharon blurted a sound that was half laugh, half sob. ‘Oh, I hate it when my words get turned around on me,” and smiled sheepishly. ‘I guess I shouldn’t have said lucky. Blessed would have been a better choice.’ A pause for thought, and then, ‘I’d given up. She giggled. “Well, fuck me! Miss Piggy that was bloody awesome,” she said. She decided Sandra’s description was the most appropriate. Happily, she released the net and let the piglet out. She completed her afternoon ablutions. She felt good, a light shift and a decent sleep had her back to normal.She dressed again in gym clothes but feeling just a little lazy, she retrieved one of her favourite books Battlefield Earth, by Ron L. Hubbard. It was an antique, and her grandfather had given it to. “It’s ... I think, going to be pretty boring. My mother says that we can miss nearly all of it except for the final signing of documents. She says it will be a great experience. I hoped Grandpa would be able to come along, but he is busy fighting a war in the universe Bekta Delta.”“Who is he fighting?”“My mother said he led a surgical strike to kill the Ghoul queen and he is now after those jellyfish/slug beasties. They are real nasties. He found another two women who my mother’s sure will also. She said very little besides asking to talk with me after school. She was an odd girl, though. She dressed in mostly black, even used black lipstick and nail polish. She reminded me of goths, whom I had seen little of in this school, but she wasn't nearly so angsty or standoffish as they're said to be. Indeed, she seemed very friendly. I'd even say she reminded me of myself when I was a girl her age, aside the favored color. Mine was pink. So why the bad feeling, then? I respect my students.