A Bird in the Hand

Yes there were other girls. And most of them didn't look like they'd been kicked in the face by a horse. On the other hand, Amy was there and the other girls weren't. Matt sat next to his sister's friend.

"Did you understand what I was saying about the relationship between the sides and angles of a triangle?" he asked.

"It all seems so, well, abstract."

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"Ms. Chadra gave me the example of measuring her height," Matt said.

"She is such a cow."

Wow, that was harsh. Sure Ms. Chadra was as old as his mom but she was definitely attractive. "You mean," he guessed, "because she has large, uh..."

"Jugs," Amy finished for him. "Those things have got to be fake. And why some school teacher needs fake tits is a question I think the school board should be asking. I mean, teachers are always whining about needing higher pay but if they can afford to buy a set of tits like that, I don't know why they're complaining."

Matt had a vague memory of authors debating whether the rich were different or just had more money. From what he was seeing today, they were different... they were even bigger jerks than the poor people he was used to. "Suppose you want to know how big they are?" he suggested.

"Why would I care?"

Because she seemed fascinated for one thing. But he couldn't tell that to Amy. "Because fake tits only come in certain sizes. So, if she isn't one of those sizes, she's real."

"Wow. That is smart. But she isn't going to stand still and let us measure them."

"You're right. But we can do it with trigonometry. Let me show you how."

{else}Amy was a horse person so he decided to try that tack. "Suppose you saw a horse and you wanted to know how tall it was. The owner wouldn't let you measure it but you saw its shadow. Do you see how you could use the length of the shadow and the angle to the sun? It's like this." He sketched out the relationships on a scrap of paper. If he hadn't done their homework for them the previous night, he wouldn't have gotten this. As it was, this part of Trig, at least, made sense. He just hoped it would continue making sense... and that the teacher would be better than the jerk he'd had at Aaron Burr HS in Los Angeles.{endif}

Ten minutes later, Amy had a better grasp of trig. "You know, Matt. I think you're way better at this than my tutor. Want to help me in trig this summer? My mom pays thirty dollars an hour."