"No, I don't suppose he does," I told her.

"He's going to have a fit, if he finds out."

"Why?" I asked.

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. "Because he has to pay for it whether you pass, fail, or drop. By taking it again, your father is paying for it twice."

"Oh," I replied. I hadn't thought of it that way. "Can you, maybe, not tell him?"

As she got up, I caught sight of her pink frilly panties before her nightie dropped into place. She shrugged, sighed, and said, "Maybe. I'll think about it."

As she left the room, I became worried. If she...