" Avril's words well matched the look of dismay on her tear streaked face. " This i-Bad girl says she is in your grade but at a different school." Avr...il made that up, of course. It stood to reason that i-Bad would be in her early twenties at least; the kind of IT training, to say nothing of security clearance would take years of on-job performance. But it seemed like a good cover that her son, used to high school cyber-bullies, would think plausible.Avril continued her deception, " This i-Bad. He was kind of enjoying himself, feeling like he was performing thegreatest trick one could do. Everything was running smoothly, untilsuddenly..."You keep saying you've got something for me..."It was god awful song again. Eugene then saw the other girls getting upon the tables around him. He was by the bar, when Steve offered hishand, and helped him up the stool to the counter. As as nervous as hewas inwardly, all anybody saw on the outside was a pretty young girl,twisting her hips, and waving. Wenn nicht... "Mom, wo ist meine Jacke?" Sie muss doch im Flur h?ngen?" Tut sie aber nicht. Nur meine Neue." Die mit dem wei?en Pelz an Saum,Kapuze und ?rmeln.Sie kam in den Flur. "Wann hast du sie zuletzt angehabt?" Als wir die neue Jacke gekauft haben." Ich habe sie nicht mitgenommen. Du?"Ich sch?ttelte den Kopf."Dann ist sie wohl im Gesch?ft liegen geblieben." Schei?e!" Andrea, achte auf deine Worte!" Sie nannte mich so oft Andrea, dass ich kaum noch darauf achtete."Ja, Mom, aber was mache. I came across the three ladies at a break one afternoon as I came home from lectures, and they were their usual funny and teasing selves. I stayed with them for half an hour or so, enjoying their talk about their work and their families.As I said goodbye to them, the English lady told me to be careful about finding nasty things growing in my sheets. They all giggled and laughed, and as I walked down the corridor, and I wondered what she had said to them.I sort of knew now that I wasn’t going to.