<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily sighed.  The boy was full of hormones.  Chrissie..she REALLY hoped Chrissie wasn’t going to be impressed.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Listen,” she started, “there are lots of different worlds you can live in.  Even just here in Miami.”  She reached for the wheel so that Sam gave way, then shut the engines off so that the sudden silence would give her words weight.  She turned and faced them; all quite close as the boat slowed and rocked gently on the slight swell, in the fresh sea breeze.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“You have your lives to live, seventy years, whatever, and you can choose where to live them and the kind of people you have around you.  Depending on the choices you make.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“There’s a world, here in Miami, where people are nice to each other, polite, they help and support each other, smile.  They have good jobs that are pleasant to do, they live in clean streets, with grass and trees.   Women and small people do as well as the big men.  Do people in this world hit each other?  No they do not.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Or, right next door, there’s a world where people don’t negotiate they struggle with each other.  They don’t cooperate.  They hurt each other.  They hit each other instead of talking.  Big guys beat little guys.  Guys beat women.  Some people even watch other people fight, and enjoy it, watching people damage each other.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“And now Sam you’re making choices.  You can choose to be sophisticated and talk to people and negotiate and live in a good world with nice people, OR… you can start hitting people, get hit by people, get arrested, get damaged, and live in the shit world where all that happens and…”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Fuck.  She stopped in mid-flow.  What was she doing?  She wasn’t their parent was she?  Normally all this would be told over years of them growing up, anyway.  She took a deep breath and smiled at them.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">”Alright, well, think about it okay?  Chrissie if someone’s staring ar your tits just ask him why, OK?  Loudly, so people look.  That’s all it takes.  Don’t be quiet.  No not people look at her tits Sam!!  Hahaha! You need an outlet for your energy, seriously; you should talk to your dad about it.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh and don’t talk about people in the third person when they’re there, it’s rude.  Saying ‘she’ referring to me, I mean, like you did, alright?”  She smiled again at Sam.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It was time to shut up.  And head back.  She turned and restarted the engines.  “Would you like to steer for a bit, Chrissie?”  Emily would sit next to her, just in case.</span><br/>