It was usually a comforting sound,but tonight it didn't comfort her. It just annoyed her. Everythingannoyed her, most especially herself."Fucking we...ch," she muttered and punched the bed furiously, wishing herown face was beneath that fist. The image of herself in the mirror cameto her, and she felt a surge of unreasonable rage that she couldn'tcontrol. She punched the bed again, pictured herself splitting into twopeople so she could chase herself down an alley and knock the daylightsout of. It was my apartment. We both had plenty of homework (even though third-year law school turned out to be a relative breeze compared to the first two years), but we had reserved Friday nights and Saturday mornings for our weekly reunions — spelled O-R-G-I-E-S — in my bedroom. The only difficult part was forcing ourselves to get back to Real World business for the remainder of the weekend.Sally loved everything about college life. She loved the classes, the social life, the dorm — even the school. "The hotel will notice when I don't return you know….. They'll callthe embassy….my fiancé will call…my company will call.my parents will be worried... You should let me go ….really…I won't tell…promise…LETME GO! NOW!" Yvonne yelled. Rabia looked at Yvonne and smiled. "Why would the hotel notice anything?Who made your reservation at the hotel? I did. So when I paid your bill andchecked you out, they didn't ask any questions; they think you are gone." Rabiasipped her tea before continuing "as for. “Now please continue with your 4th period classes.”Wow! Well, we learned something: it was 4th period and Susan and I had drawing again. Oh, well.Jill left us and we made it to the art room. Susan was ahead and when she opened the door, we walked into a room-full of cheering students. Then one of the guys in the front of the room dove for the floor and put his hands over his head. Everyone — particularly including Susan — cracked up.“Charley,” she said, “I really hate to tell you this, but your.