"Wendy?" Hyandai asked, crouching low in the low-ceilinged tent and walking to the sitting girl.Wendy looked up. "I asked her not to speak to you of t...is." She said; her face marked by tears and mild anger."She is your friend." Hyandai said. "I thought I was, also. But now I doubt my credentials in that." She sat beside Wendy. "I apologize for that jealousy that surfaced in our tent, sweet Wendy."Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Wendy said, "It is my own fault. I should have told you about. The pulsation of the music filled my ears and then receded. All I could think about was Carlton and what I wanted to do to him.What I wanted him to do to me. But we went to his car instead.I lay on my bed too keyed up even to get myself off. It wouldn't be enough; It'd just leave me hungrier for him. I knew I'd be tossing and turning all night, wishing beyond reason that I'd look and he'd be standing in my doorway looking at me before he walked over to join me in between the sheets. My skin. She said she had made duplicate keys to his cupboard. I checked the cupboard, and nothing looked missing. Thinking quickly, I told her I will not tell Uncle, if she listens to me. She said “Saab, whatever you say, I will do”. I said OK, you make Tea for me, with snacks, and let me think of something. I always had an eye for her, and now she was in my clutches. I went into the kitchen, and told her that she has an option. She would have to keep me happy, and I would make her happy too, but if. She returned his gaze and her heart began to flutter. As hostess, she went to him.She swallowed, and held out her hand. "Hi!" she said brightly. "I'm Cassie – I live with Cheryl and Brian." I know." He smiled at her and she felt weak. "I'm Zak, short for Zachary. Never call me Zachary unless you're angry with me." He smiled more broadly and she knew she wanted him. It bordered on compulsion."Zak," she repeated when she got her breath, "I like it."She had fallen in love, and despite misgivings.