Bookings doubled.In the meanwhile, plenty had or was happening. James Whitworth rang. Victoria answered the telephone."James, darling. Where are you? ...ow lovely to hear you! Are we going to see you?"There was a chuckle at the other end. "Catterick. And you, my favourite wife. I very much hope so." Ooh! I didn't know I'd become part of a harem."There was a snort. "If you're back on that form I guess Mark has pulled himself together." He has, James, he has and there are a lot of happy people. I unwillingly accepted her choices. My looks as a 16 years old girl could at best be described as average. I have dark brown hair with bangs, light blue almost grey eyes and a ring in the side of my nose I had done on my 15th birthday. I am 163cm tall and at that time I had a little round cheeks, chubby around my stomach, and a little too big butt with a few stretch marks on at the sides. Of course, even being a little chubby I still had small breasts which were only B-cups.In school I didn’t. But Leila kept blowing her money on coke and coming up short on rent. Every month, she was short one or two-hundred dollars. This set off a chain reaction. Nathan would get after Delia and Delia would scold Leila and Leila would promise to make it up on the next paycheck. She never did. Meanwhile, the sexual dynamic was poisoning the marriage. Nathan was fucking Leila every time Delia wasn’t around, then lying about how much sex they were having. Delia, because of her own outlook on the Leila. On the guy that did that to her, however, I could be convinced he needed further attention with a scalpel.Jasmine called the police in the afternoon and asked about the perp. He’d been arraigned that morning, pled not guilty, and someone had posted bail for him. She remembered that his name was Tom Barlow. I suggested we get a restraining order issued against him in case he had further thoughts of harassing her. A quick call to my lawyer, and that was a done deal, or would be as soon as he.