I’m going to my room.”“Hang on a minute Angie.” Eva said as they both stood up.“What?”Eva reached over and pulled the towel off Angie leav...ng her totally naked.“Hey, get off, what did you do that for?”“Just helping you realise what’s trying to escape from inside you.”“Grrrrrrrr.” Angie said and stormed off to her room with the towel in her hand.“Told you.” Eva shouted after her.Back in her room Angie didn’t bother putting any clothes on and looked out of the window, subconsciously hoping that. “Ok. You remember Mike at work that I mentioned? Well, I asked him out like you guys said and I got shot down. See? I told you it was silly,” Emma blew air straight up making her hair wave.“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not silly,” Jess said, patting Emma on the arm. “Look, rejection sucks. A lot. But you should be proud of yourself. Asking a guy out is a huge step.”“And he obviously doesn’t know what he’s missing out on!” I volunteered. I got up from my spot on the floor and went to sit next to Emma. I. Replacement cost me a further £500. Brian loaned me the money and suddenly my debt stretched to over £650. At a fiver per hand job every week, I was barely paying off the interest again. On top of this, Brian said that Malcom and Steven were getting bored and might not wish me to host them anymore. At the next party I knew what was expected. I sat next to Malcolm and Steven on the sofa after they’d watched a few pornos. They didn’t really speak to me this time. Malcom made his usual move with. The rest of the dirt was scattered around conveniently, along with six fifty pound bags of quicklime wrapped in plastic. There was a neat trick I learned years later with a stepped hole, a plastic liner, and gallons of industrial drain cleaner, but you never know what you don’t know. Quicklime alone was hard to get. The Mafia had used it to dispose of inconvenient corpses for years to the point it was generally restricted. This stuff I’d gotten off the loading dock at the Southaven sewage.