When he ran out of steam, Chris blushed and smiled sheepishly. I said, "I take it that you were pissed off?"That resulted in another burst of cussing.... I don't know how long it ran, but I don't recall Chris ever repeating himself. I guess that this was possible because he cussed in three languages. That seemed to wring the last of his frustration out of him, because he looked at the two of us and said, "I guess that we will have to go to Plan B, though I don't know what Plan B is, yet."We spent. I’m not making a bunch of lifelong friends while I’m living there. People care about each other, but they aren’t like friends. We don’t sit around and play checkers. Or sit in bed naked drinking coffee,” she giggled.“Why did you decide to do this?” I asked. “You know we all care about you and would help.”“All my life I’ve been ordered around and told how worthless and helpless I am. I have to help myself,” she said looking at me. “Sometime I’ve got to grow a pair of balls like Allison.” We. Now all you have to do is master the rest and get on with your life." Valerie turned out to be a lot more open minded than I had thought. I sat and looked at her, so scared of the future that I hardly spoke at all. "What you need is a coach!" Coach?" Sure. Somebody to show you how to be a teenage girl, and who better than me?" Valerie represented everything I liked in a girl. She has that smile, those beautiful green eyes of hers, and of course, when she walked, it was like watching fluid in. With that she stepped inside the sparsely furnished house she called home. After a bowl of soup with some stale bread she grabbed more paperwork from her bag and settled down to continue work until 11pm. She yawned, rubbed her eyes and decided it was time for bed. On her way up the stairs she thought she could hear a clanking noise but dismissed it straight away as the old pipes moving around after she’d turned the heating off. She reached her bedroom and opened the door to be greeted by a.