‘Alright Mr. McDonald, it’s your money,’ The professor said with an arrogant chuckle. ‘And I intend to keep it that way,’ My uncle replied w...ith a grin on his face. As you can probably imagine I was not overly thrilled by this turn of events, as the instructor for this course clearly did not want me in his class. My uncle calmed me down by telling me to just do my best, and not to be concerned about the outcome. The entrance exam actually went really well. The professor started off easy,. I don't see how I can help." Pham smiled at me as she sat down in the living room. She and her manager had come to New York four years before. Her manager, Jerry, started a small business that had been very successful. They were well liked in the community and the fashion industry with many friends. I was not one of them. I saw them frequently when I was in New York in the garment district. I was always making passes at Pham. She was very beautiful Vietnamese fashion model, with short black. I twitched and shook as if an ice cube had been dropped down my back. Mom's hands were on my shoulder, pushing down and rocking with my body as I swayed back and forth. Exhaling a long breath, I hung my head exhausted, drained every ounce of energy."I'll take that," Mom said, and I handed her the soaked cloth."Oh my! oh my! My little boy really did come."For awhile Mom let me rest in the chair."Now doesn't that make you feel better?" Yeah," I panted."All dressed?" Yes," I answered, and off came. Megan came down the hallway to use the bathroom, but saw the door shut, and when her mother came out of the bedroom, Megan had a strange look on her face. "Mom, who's in the john?" Oh just your uncle Derrick. Aunty Karen had some sales party to go to and he was bored and came by to see your dad, but he's playing cards at some guys house he works with."Megan could see the shirt her mother had on was inside out and her hair was all tangled. She looked past her mom at the bedroom, and saw the bed.