But I clearly knew that she was getting more and more comfortable around me.I gave her my phone number as I was a “special student to be taken care ...f.”One night, she called me. I was brightened by her call and picked up the phone.Beena: Da, the Principal has given me the responsibility to make sure that you get good marks for my subject. Will you study harder?Me: Sure ma’am. Anything for you.Beena: *silence*Me: Oh sorry ma’am, I meant to say that I would try my best.Beena: Awesome. See you. At best, I unconsciously pressured him for sex less often.Six days after giving my card to the woman in the changing booth, she drove up to the bus stop next to my library. I was waiting to go home. The passenger window of her grey, Ford sedan, rolled down and she called to me. “Are you the lady I can talk to about my boys fucking me?”I understood spiritually, the phrase, “Knock me down with a feather.”“You look like a librarian.”Say something, Ingrid! “Uh, Ma-am...”“No?”“No!, I mean, YES, You. Everyone just calls me Alex." Well I'm Theresa and this is Megan. But don't think this means that wearen't still mad at you." That's right," Megan said. "We're not taking off the curse we placed onyou."I laughed. "Come on. Nobody believes in curses or magic." We do. We're witches." Hey, I know you're not very pretty but I wouldn't call you witches," Isaid."Come on dude," Alex said. "You know we weren't supposed to mention howugly and fat they are."Megan turned to Theresa. "You see! You wanted. Sarah looked at it, smiled and gave me a hug.I had spent a short Wednesday afternoon working with Hero and The Bay. With my posing commitment, I couldn't spend as much time as I wanted. By then I'd read most of the book Sarah had lent me. Hero and I went in with the young group for a while, although their regular teacher was back, working from crutches. I helped out some, then got out of the way. I thought I would just work both horses and see what they knew that I know too.In the ring, I tried.