And if she was, there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. I mean, you didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t sit next to you. You didn’t t...ll Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t do anything.“Great,” she said with a solar-bright smile as she sat down. Grace and Emily sat at the table in front of us. Clarissa flashed me another of those knockout smiles and said, “Thanks.”In front of us, Grace and Emily giggled.What the hell had just happened? Before I could work anything out, Kelly and most of. U…. Know….iss say pehlay k Madam Naz kuch aghay kehti Madam Nida jaldi say boli ….Look shook kuch naheen Sali ye bata ……. Tumharay hubby nay last time kab keya tha…????.. Madam Naz…voh…voh… 3/4 month ho gay heen …per iss bat say iss tumhara keya matlab hay.??? …U know jab say bachay baray ho gay heen…..un ko sex kartay sharam aati hay… aur..…. Madam Nida nay again un ki bat kati aur boli …You pussy cat jab tum muj say bar bar strong sex desire ki bat karti ho aur muj say apnay breast dabwati ho. The private cubicles were no longer private as the doors had long disappeared . No one gave a flying fuck anyway. How pleasant it was to take a nice shit and smoke a ciggie .The toilets were like an opium den shrouded in smoke as they were.Harriet and Silvia were sitting and farting away and straining to shit whilst most of the other boys and girls were smoking and generally fooling about.“Gimme a cig” said Harriette to George who she knew had a nearly full packet of Mayfairs.“Fuck off Harriet”. Directly in front of me, a few rows back was Samantha Jones, or ‘Miss Samantha Jones’ as the unprivileged called the captain of the dance squad and Undisputed Campus Goddess. I thought guys would have left behind the concept of an Unattainable Dream in high school, but they talked about her around campus like she was the Hope Diamond. Knowing who had to be sitting next to her, Samantha Jones centered me. I turned my eyes to her left to look at Michelle Debreau: junior, member of the dance.