Mady, apparently finished on her side, and moved down closer to them. Their talking was too low for me to hear, until Mady got louder. "Don't be a bit...h, Abby. Lance is my friend. We're in high school now, for Christ's sake. Don't be such a prude. Why don't you go home and play with your Barbies? She's still just a little girl too scared to be an adult, Lance." Abby got up and practically ran out of the theatre. I got up and followed as the other three kept bitching among themselves.Outside, I. "That was 6 months ago and since then my life has changed dramatically.You probably are wondering about the date and what happened, and I'll giveyou a few details, but the real story starts the following week.Yes, Blake was a gentleman and treated me to a nice dinner and movie. Weheld hands, he opened my car door, and treated me wonderfully all evening.I fell completely into my Jennifer persona and enjoyed being his date. Itwas only 11pm when he pulled back into our driveway and as we sat. "How can I help you Miss Forker, is the window in your kitchen sticking again?" Anne-Marie cleared her throat; "I'm sorry Mr Richards, Sir it's been a difficult month" (Not strictly true; on a whim two weeks ago she had splurged massively on some must have lingerie and now only had enough to pay 60% of her rent.) "I'm afraid I can't afford to pay you the full amount this month, I was hoping I could pay what I have now and then what's owing next month." Daniel's face was briefly clouded by. She had just been told by that Arab Gamal that it was some American girl who wanted to taste the seamier side of French night-life. It was just by their accidental rummaging around through the place that they had burst in on those two.Well, she had certainly tasted it and in first class style. He wondered how many others present at that little gathering had tried it too after he had been sent away from the place. Jean had looked like she might be in the mood to show half the room a good time..