Chapter 2It was a good thing Uncle John had as little desire to have me around him as I had to have him around me. When I mentioned I wanted to go to university, he didn’t put up much resistance. His one stipulation was I’d have to arrange my own financing, which was why I had to go part time. My only transport—it was too far to pedal by bicycle—was his car, and if he needed it on a day I had lectures, I’d be completely out of luck, although my uncle didn’t put it that way.
For the past few years, I’d managed fairly well with my courses, if not with finding a boyfriend to have s*x with, but now…I scrubbed a hand over my face.
A week and a half ago, I’d been invited to a party at one of the fraternity houses on campus, and I’d sped home—well, as fast as Uncle John’s deathtrap of a car wou
