.. I wouldn't ever..."Miss Cashmore almost pulled me to the desk by my collar, she was surprisingly strong for such a lithe Woman!"Oh yeah, you wanna... tell me what this is rude-boy!" She grabbed at my waist and her hand slid across the front of my pants, and suddenly my member was almost bursting through the material."What you packing Mori!, Is it Dope, is it Money? You better not be a Hood, I dont want any thugs in my class!"I was suddenly very angry and almost pushed Miss Cahsmore back, okay. She did know the manager could be a nightmare of demands. Forcing shift changes, pay docked for imagined infractions, yelling at you in front of visitors. Still, if she kept at it for another few months and got through her probation there was a chance she’d be up for promotion, earn some real money on the education team and get to sit in heated classrooms teaching kids about the past instead of freezing outside in the rain or pretending the rebuilt terraced slum was her actual home. Mel had. "Something is bugging me. I mean, we could probably hit every jump exit in the Zone in a year's time and not necessarily find anything. There is a better way, I know it." So, I'm all ears," she said. "What do you suggest?"I thought about it, looking through the charts. "Ah ha!" I crowed. At her arched eyebrow I explained, "Do you remember that when someone is banished here, the TSN always sends him or her across in a life boat at the same place?" Yeah, they send them from this point here,". Cradling it in his hands he leaned over and placed it on myhead.I reached up, tracing the thin sliver threads of filigree, nestled in myhair, with my finger."Why did you do that Daddy?" I asked."Because," he said, "no matter what happens, you'll always be myprincess." What do you mean?" I asked."Well," my father said, reaching back into the basket pulling out twoplates made of brightly colored plastic. He passed one to me keeping theother one for himself. "You have some decisions to make..