Wouldn't that have been embarrassing, Diary?Casey and Melanie arrived next, and they must have run all the way from their place too. Casey and Melanie...are brother and sister, so they would have come together. I noticed that Melanie had some leaves in her hair so I guess they must have taken a shortcut through some bushes or something. Casey must have been in a really big hurry to get to my party because he forgot to tuck in his shirt and zip up his fly.Lots more people arrived after that but I. Passing over the quaint stone bridge and past the ancient church where marriages and baptisms had taken place for hundreds of years, she pulled into the car park of the Crown Inn. She was welcomed by George, the landlord, a ruddy-faced man with a very pleasant smile, she signed the visitors’ book and George helped to carry her luggage to her room containing an inviting double-bed. Plonking her suitcase down George greeted her with, ‘Have a nice stay Mrs. Bristow. Evelyn had not yet reverted to. I also decidedto help her metabolism to run a little higher than others. That way whenshe consumes food or drink it would burn faster. Well that took care ofher body the next thing was her apartment and her clothes. With her newmeasurements it wouldn't be fair to leave her with nothing to wear so Ireplaced all that clothing. So in the morning when she awoke herclothes, underwear, and sportswear whatever in her place would fit hernew dimensions without a hitch. And after calculating I had made. ”“No way! She gave you her number?”“Yeah. It was weird. I expected her to tell me Fuck off. Or slap me and tell me Fuck off. But no.”“Mate, I bet you’ve been fake-numbered.”“Been what now?”“Fake-numbered. I bet she gave you a fake number to get rid of you.”“Do people do that?”“All the time.”“You sure?”“Sure, man. I’ve done it myself. Hell, I did it last night to this blonde bit who kept pestering me. Look, I’m going to give Andy a call, see if he’s up for a game. See ya later.”“Yeah. Later.”The.