She was seriously happy and couldn’t stop talking about you. I thought you should know.”Kimber paused. In a softer tone, she said, “I’m sorry ...I couldn’t be here at the end. I was in Europe. Mom wouldn’t let me fly back.”“I understand. Thank you.”Kimber sat up straighter. She smiled. “Well, where are you taking me?”“Huh?”“I don’t dress up for any guy. I only look this good when I’m being taken out.”“You’d look good in old, stinky sweats,” I countered with a grin, thankful for the change of. Man, if I could move around better, I would probably choke her out right now. She must have seen the scowl on my face as she set her purse down on the dresser. She sat on the edge of the bed, but didn’t say anything immediately. She looked up at me, and I asked her, ‘What? What do you want?’ I knew I was being a dick, but there wasn’t a lot of compassion in me right then. She just stared at me for a minute longer, then sighed and started talking. ‘How are you feeling?’ she asked. ‘Your first. And the mad old lady next door who has arguments with her shoes, but I don’t want to talk about that. Still don’t know what I’m talking about? Heres the start of the story…. I was skiving P.E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of pervy boys (and girls, LOADS of the girls at my school are bi or lesbian – including Shari) so can you really blame me?), and we were sort of smoking. When I say sort of I mean we. I had only met this woman once before. Was she capable of killing me? Before I could say or do anything, I felt the blade of the knife slide up the opening of my left leg hole, and then, with a single smooth motion, she sliced the cotton fabric of my boxers clear to the waistband! I then felt the tip of the knife nick my right buttock as she repeated the same cutting motion on my other side. Then she pulled the elastic out and sliced the remnants of my clothing to the ground.I could not.