"Do you cook, Tim? Is it something you like to do?" "Well, I do get takeout, but I also cook, actually I'm not too bad a cook. How about you?" "I'm pr...tty good. My mom wanted me to learn my way around the kitchen and, while I wasn't too excited back then, I appreciate it now." "Maybe I can learn from you, Crystal?" "What I was wondering was if you were up to sharing the cooking duties? Either cooking together or me cooking one night, you the next?" "That sounds pretty good to me," and we talked. As we danced, my sister said, "I can't believe Mom almost caught us."I replied, determined to keep her calm, "But she didn't, Lilly. And she has no clue of what we have done or what we are about to do." Oh, Anthony," she replied, her tone implying her conflicting emotions. "I always wanted my first to be special."I smiled at her old-fashioned values and her sincerity, all the while noticing the irony considering she had blown so many random strangers. "Lilly, there is nothing more special than. He said it was not an easy thing to do, but the top was so sheer and my breasts looked so inviting he could not help but look at them, a lot. When he saw me lifting my skirt, he couldn’t help but stare at my legs. I said that he should see the blouse in a bright light like in the hallway to the washrooms. I didn’t mean it literally, but that’s how he took it. He reached out his hand, helped me to stand and led me to towards that hall. When we got there he stood me under the light and backed up. ’ She showed me the terms of my sponsorship. There it was in black and white. If I fail I will be fired. I could moan about the changes of statistics tutors and the incompetence of their stand-ins. I could complain that what I was taught bore no resemblance to the required study. I could complain that the examination and the marking were unfair. None of that mattered now. If I didn’t pass this time I was a failure. The pressure was telling on me. Not only did I have to learn what I should have.