I paid willingly, and then offered a bonus.By Thursday night, I was relaxed. I had no pretense that my committee would consider my proposal as anythin... more than a concept and I would probably paint the scenes on canvas and make up some kind of uber-scenario like Bacchanalia that would be the final project with the story. It was what I’d done for New York, so I didn’t even have a worry about completing the project. It was cut and dried. There was no way they’d have me paint a new church.But. Malcolm looked groggily around the room."Where are the clothes I wore last night," he asked inquisitively."Cleaned, pressed and waiting for when Michele re-appears. I even washed, blow dried and brushed your wig," Angie replied."In fact after you have cleaned yourself up; why don't I help you transform yourself again. Yesterday was fun and I'm sure you learned a lot," she smiled."I don't know? I feel kind of weird letting my sister dress me as woman and do my make up," Malcolm frowned."Oh fuck. ” Then she mounted the companion-way to the deck where Quentin stood.By the time she arrived, the men had gathered around Melissa. Hands were feeling and mauling at will. Melissa’s sobbing moans of revulsion, interspersed with pleas and protests, could clearly be heard. Quentin and Julia smiled at each other.“She deserves it,” said Julia.“Indeed she does,” agreed Quentin.Ribald shouts came up to them...“Just look at that lovely arse!” That lovely arse was slapped.“And those beautiful tits!”. He was older, after all.She laughed at his behavior. This was becoming a habit.Kendall got irritated and asked how old she was. When she told him, he about fell out of the bed. He couldn't believe it, and stammered, asking how that was possible.Andy couldn't help the smirk on her face. She then told him of the two years she had spent working and saving, before heading to college.Kendall was humbled. He'd never had to work through college. His ticket was paid for, and he had hardly wanted for.