The second semester came that December, and I was rather distraught, as I had absolutely no way to pay my tuition. My mum had died in October and money had become very scarce for me. I was working almost full time to pay for my apartment and food, and it seemed as if, after that, nothing was left. I talked to my aunt, and she suggested I go ask a friend of the family, Stanley Coughlin. I myself had known Stanley quite awhile, and although he was a 45 year old man who had lost his wife almost 4 years previous, he had a fatherly role in my life. We had originally met at a charity event, where I bumped into him while sorting cans into their respective boxes. I knew he was very wealthy also, I often saw him slipping 50 dollar bills into the collection basket on Sundays.
At 6'5'', 200 lbs, Stan was no small chap. He had a presence about him, where he commanded the situation, wherever and whenever it may be. His light complexion and chiseled jaw indicated his European roots.
I myself was just coming into my womanhood at 22. I was almost 5'10'', about 150 lbs, with blonde shoulder length hair, and what I would call a swimmers body. I have a very strong upper body, but my legs taper nicely, with just enough muscle to be effective.
Auntie Ida had sent me to Stan in hopes of getting some money. She knew him well, and thought that if he wouldn't give me the money straight away, that at least he could hire me to help on his farm. I called to make an appointment, and the following Friday I met with him. He sat in his green leather chair, looking intently at me.
"May I ask why you're here young Kara? I haven't seen you in quite some time. And although it is such a shame that we must be meeting for business, I am pleased to see you nonetheless."
"Well Mr. Coughlin, I'm sure you heard that my mother passed away."
