Smiling at myself, I grabbed the eyeliner off my make up table and put some more on for good measure. I skipped down the stairs and caught my purse b... the strap as I stepped through the entry-way. Flipping off lights as I went, I locked the doors and headed out to my car, shivering in the chilly air. The sun was permanently lodged between the clouds. Starting the engine, I headed for the beauty supply store as if on auto-pilot. Finally arriving, I went in, got what I needed, paid and hurried. However, Verity was not the kind of girl to choose dicks over chicks so she pressed the green handset symbol on her mobile. “Hi Jayne.” If the line was engaged when Phoenix rang then that was his loss despite the fact that Verity had felt horny as hell all day and could have done with having her needs satisfied, but she had an inner moral code and having the piss took out of her by a man was never going to be on her agenda, ever. “Hi Sweetie,” Jayne’s half British and half American accent. Probably from Pakistan Peter figured. He pointed to the coffee, ‘I’ll have a coffee with cream, no sugar, and I’d like one of those.’ He pointed to the plain doughnuts. The man behind the counter was holding down the inside shop plus a drive through window. Though it was late in the morning, there was still a pretty brisk business. The man at the counter got the doughnut, slipped it into a small bag and turned to the coffee, ‘Coffee, cream and sugar.’ Peter tried to stop him, ‘No, no sugar.’. “Call me Sharon,” she said. “And shouldn’t you boys be in school?”“We uhhh…”“Ummmm…”Her eyes narrowed. “Senioritis, huh?”They hung their heads. “Yeah.”“You’re not gonna rat us out to our parents, are you?” asked Matt.Sharon stuck a finger under her lower lip. “Hmm…” She mused. The boys watched her expression with baited breath.“Well, I don’t think Irene and Minnie would approve of you two skipping school…” she said, slowly. The boys’ shoulders drooped.“…buuuut.” Sharon’s expression brightened..