The girl’s name is nikita and her parents and everyone called her nicky. She was about 5 ft 8 inch tall, she was slim, no bulky figure, cute round b...obs and very cute face.So coming to the story, me and nicky were good friends, we used to live in a colony with a good society and she lived in the house next to mine. I was in school and so was she. We talked to each other frequently when either we saw each other walking outside or when either mine or her parents invited each other over to their. But in my haste I knocked a cut glass fruit bowl to the floor where it smashed to smithereens, as Fred our cat fled off in terror, mum rushed in to view the damage.Naturally I blamed the cat for the incident. I pecked good old mum on the cheek and set out for King's School. Cock a hoop at how easily I could fool my elders and evade responsibility for my misdemeanours. As I sauntered slowly towards school I remembered the recent pattern of events that had led me to acquire my very own ballet. That was when we heard a wild voice from outside the bus shout, “YOU BASTARDS WILL NEVER PLAY ANOTHER GAME! WE WERE HEADED FOR AN UNDEFEATED SEASON UNTIL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWED UP! MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE PLENTY OF AMMUNITION AND WE’RE GONNA KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU BASTARDS!”We could tell from the sound of the shooter’s voice that he was high on something. We didn’t know the nature of the drug, it could have been something as common as alcohol, or it could have been another drug. Whatever it was,. 'The old man hadn't said Seven to Ten Days ... No, he'd said Seven to Ten BUSINESS days.'Everybody knows governmental offices are only open 4 days a week ... Well, five really, but that fifth day is a myth. Nobody starts anything new on Friday. They start leaving at noon on Friday.'But this coming business week doesn't start until NEXT Tuesday.'This is Friday. Shit. I was already starting to sweat. I was doing my figuring on my fingers.'Today doesn't count, nor Saturday, Sunday and Monday is a.