"Well, get undressed so we can get started," Ellen said, "I'll go get the keys out of the freezer."Helen began to unbutton her silk blouse and slip it...off. She undid her skirt next, stepping out of it to look at herself in the mirror. She had worn beneath her clothes a black satin corset that uplifted her generous bosom and framed her nest wonderfully. She had bought it for herself and the effect it would have on her boyfriend and she felt that it would be appropriate to wear it today. Helen. “But we need to judge George’s reaction before we include him in the jokes. I’ve not met him. He might be perfectly fine with the ... strange ... senses of humor around here. But if he is buttoned down then I don’t want anyone trying to draw him out. OK?”We all nodded – even Annette, Darryl, Morrie, Bobbi and Dayton.“And, for today, let’s try to keep a lid on things,” she said. “I’m not saying that you can’t make a joke or say something humorous. But no wet willies or wedgies.”“We’d have to be. Rummaging through my backpack I look for the package to make sure it is still there. Ghammal didn’t show and it is now close to eleven. The traffic couldn’t be that bad this early in the morning. “Christine,” Michael’s urgent whisper comes from a side chamber. Rushing in I see a small figure sitting in a dark corner. It’s Ghammal. On closer inspection, I see his swollen bloody face, the dry blood on his left ear and a small blue hole in the middle of his forehead. Most disturbing of the scene. . and apparently, that’s quite mutual,” Gwen’s distinctive voice rippled through the air.“I know that we’re ... unwelcome, so we had to do a burglary of sorts, but unlike most burglars, we’re here to give, not to take. I still couldn’t leave it alone ... my best mate in the world, holding a torch for my girlfriend and a grudge against me ... with no closure or anything of the sort. I just ... want to heal the breach. I want a truce, mate. You’ve been salty at me for four years now. It’s time to.