So what?”“She was naked, too,” said the vice principal.“Showering, too,” I said. “And?”“She was doing more than showering. You were ca...ught by your girlfriend.”“My ex-girlfriend. I broke up with her right before that and she didn’t take it well.” I shifted. “She’s a jealous girl, and she overreacted. She found us both showering and assumed we were doing more. Then she’s been harassing me all over the internet since. That’s all.”“You’re denying that you had any sexual contact with Miss Castellano. “What’s not fair?” Michael asked.“It’s not fair that you get to see half-naked women on the beach and all the men have swimsuits on,” I said, smiling.“You would prefer naked men walking on the beach?” he replied.“Well, it would be interesting to see,” I smirked.Just then a tall, handsome man with a dark complexion walked by. He wasn’t naked, but he was close enough for me. He was wearing a lime green speedo that barely was able to contain his manhood. All the women, including me, were fixated. We are his fore parents. Don’t ask how many grands go before father or mother. Now you understand why a few generations ago the Angels began teaching reading and math and then physics. Physics became a family thing, along with good science fiction. A few years ago, someone said that for science fiction to be good, you needed two things, good science, and good fiction. They tried to give your family a grounding in both.”“I think that was Harlan Ellison,” I said.“The result was that way down the. I tuck it behind my ear, sit down in my favorite chair, and let my mind wander.~~~~I remember clearly the first time I saw a cocktail umbrella. As a child, my family lived in Las Vegas. On Sunday mornings, when we had house guests, the entire family would attend brunch at one of the biggest casinos in Vegas at that time. I was allowed the privilege of ordering a Shirley Temple. I wasn't fond of the flavor, it was the kitschy little cocktail umbrella that I loved. I would happily play with it.