Catherine had to stifle a laugh but gave in and sweetly told him, "You guysknew what would happen and they chose to ignore you. It serves them right!N...w tell me about this intriguing young lady."Brent confessed to spending a couple of hours with Leslie. Catherine wasn'tupset, in fact she actually enjoyed hearing about her. Brent described herand the look on Catherine's face showed that she was pleased with Brent, towhich she told him, "I'd love to meet her."The two got comfortable and walked. I went inside to get drinks only wearing my petticoat. They both sat in sofa.I got back and put the tray of alcohol and stuff on tea stand.When I bent down raaza commented ‘look at those boobs when she bents down.I would like to squeeze them till my heart’s content’ I blushed.Shyam started having beer raaza poured himself vodka peg and made for me.Though I am no more nervous after losing all my inhibitions quickly I agreed to have a peg to feel more freely.Raaza asked me to sit on his left. I began to wonder how long I had though, at this rate I was sure I would be dead pretty soon. If Sandra and her uncle didn't directly kill me then I was sure the wounds they had inflicted would. None of my wounds had been cleaned and I was not living in a very sanitary environment. In my weakened state it probably wouldn't be long before I succumbed to illness.Probably the only thing that would delay that was having very recently undergone MORFS, as it gave a brief burst of increased immune. "What's wrong?" Nothing," I lied."Brendan, don't give me that shit. Talk to me." Well," I said, "didn't you say you hung around with the popular clique?" Ah, so that's it," she said. "Don't worry. I'm introducing you as my boyfriend, and you'll do fine. And my friends will be on their best behavior. I can kick all their asses, too," she grinned.I cracked up laughing. "You're something else, you know that?" Yup," she agreed happily. "This will be fine, I promise." She took a breath. "Bren? I.