They are fully geared up and expecting you, but of course you won’t meet them en-route, but you have hotels fixed and Ford dealerships ready if you ...eed them.” Bronwyn agreed and discussed the brightly stickered car as the two elderly ladies browsed round it. The two top bitches as Charles would call them, made sure sponsor leaflets, stuff prompting the estate were packed or adhered to the glossy metal surface.“We won’t be needing those Greg,” said Bron glancing at Greg’s handful of leftover. Her eyes were a deep emerald green and were set into her face perfectly, and her nose and lips were small as well. She had spent most of her life in California I later learned but even if she hadn't, she would have been one of the thousands of young girls who might have come here to LA to seek a movie career. I didn't know much about her past, other than that she had moved here with her mother when she was young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed the issue and didn't see a point in. She considered her panties. Panties off. She put them inwith the other bloody remains. She chose a pad.Which size?Was this heavy flow? Chastity had no idea. But it wasn't light flow.She lined her panty with a medium panty liner and stepped into it.Backwards.Oof. Panties off, reversed, and then back on again. She stepped intothe skirt and adjusted it.When she came out of the stall, two men clapped. Until they saw theblood."Did you just have a miscarriage?" one of them asked."Yuh," Chastity said.. She reminded me so much of all the popular girls I remember from high school who would be friends to your face and just cut you into little pieces when you weren’t around if they thought you didn’t believe what they did. High school was not a favorite memory for me or for Bryan. Neither of us were part of the popular crowd, like Troy and Pattie had obviously been. Bryan wasn’t the least bit athletic in high school, though he always wanted to be. He wasn’t cute or handsome and didn’t have much.