I wasn't impressed with the new knowledge I'd been exposed to...but it made sense. It felt weird, now, when I noticed other teens staring at

me, now. I was aware of what they were staring at, and that I was...a little smaller than other girls my age. This made me nervous, since I

had just been taught about sex. I wanted no part of it. And I didn't feel like a teenager. I felt like a kid, like an eight year old or something.

Now I understood why Dad was protective over me, not allowing me to be alone with any boys. Now that I could hear, I was attending regular

school, on the ship, of course.

Dad didn't have very many rules for me. All he asked was that I let him know where I was going to be, and for how long; that I be in our

quarters by seven thirty p.m.; that I finish my schoolwork before I did anything else. I was so grateful to him, I was not tempted, at all to

break those rules. I think Dad was surprised that I wasn't ''like other teenagers'' but relieved.

A steady routine soon developed. I woke at six thirty a.m. I showered, and ate breakfast in Ten Forward, with Dad most days. Some days,

since he didn't need rest, he'd be on the bridge when I woke. When he was, he'd always program the replicator to make breakfast when I had

finished showering.

After breakfast, I would head to class. The first day was rather funny. Dad came by, three times, to check on me. I was glad to see him, but at

the same time, worried he was ignoring his duties. After the third time, when I hugged him, and promised him (he'd held my chin up, making

me look directly into his eyes, and say in a low, sad voice, "Do you promise?") that I would go straight ''home'' after class.

I almost hated when he did that. I couldn't say no to him when he gave me that look. After class, which usually took about six hours, I was

released for the day. Homework was my first task after this. Not one of my favorite things, but it always made me glad to see Dad pleased

with my work.

Some days, he'd already be off duty. When Dad was off duty, he'd help me with my work. Then we'd play chess (which he taught me) or

something else.

I'd recovered for the most part from the surgery, but still had some pain here and there. Dad was kind when that happened. He never left my

side, even if he was on the bridge. The second Counselor Troi sensed something was wrong, she'd call Dad and tell him.

Sorry for the long wait...I've kinda run out of ideas for this, but if you have any that you'd like to see happen here, let me know. :)