I got never ending compliments on how handsome I have become, everyone said I am UNBELIEVABLY handsome, I believe it. I get my way all the time becaus... cause of my looks.... So did Demi. No one would stop talking about her beauty One of my cousins brought his friend along and I noticed him trying to flirt with Demi it instantly pissed me off, I walked up to them."What's up?" I asked smiling at Demi.She gave me the 'save me' look."Nothing bro, were talking do you mind?" The friend of my cousin. Before joining her, I took my time admiring her lithe physique. Lean, with a swimmer’s physique, long, shapely limbs, small, but very firm breasts, at least B-cups, she had toned abs, and good muscle tone all over, but she did not really appear to be some kind of Tomboy athlete; rather she seemed more like a very fit cheerleader, or a member of a drill team; she was not petite enough to be a gymnast. Her pubes were shaved bare, causing her to appear to be barely out of her tweens, maybe still. I was still worried about people following me, so I walked from my hotel to the Hilton about half a mile away, and caught the hotel shuttle to the airport. Once there, I walked across to the parking garage where the taxi stand is. In a few minutes, I had a cab that took me directly to the bank.I asked to see a bank officer. You don’t want to talk to just anyone in a bank. There may be ten ‘personal bankers’ waiting to serve you and another ten tellers but you only want to do business with one. First was that my Dad who had promised to send me some money just happened to forget about it. Leaving me living a life dangerously close to being totally broke. Secondly, I'd missed the Philosophy and Logic Test which Professor Isimma had conducted today. That man was as strange as his name. Nobody knew he'd be giving that test, and students who failed to attend the lecture had started to fail the course even before writing the Exams. And now, finally, I had to return Shola's laptop to his.