It was the young man from the wedding.“I-I wish to apologise for my behaviour last night,” the young man stammered.“It is not me you need to be ...pologising to. I’ll go and fetch Lady Isabella, and you can apologise to her. You can also apologise to Michael and Brianna for making a scene at their wedding. You need to control your drinking. If you don’t then someone will do it for you ... permanently.”Donald went inside.“Ah, there you are,” Isabella said when she saw him. “Where have you. I would needto ask Linda for help, I had heard her say her Aunt was an OBGYN. I waseagerly waiting for school, and that was a first for me.I had written down what a thought would be on paper a good plan toobserve any changes in behavior or physical changes. I would hand thatin. However, I would have difficulty acquiring the rats, the problem thecost and I could not keep them at home. I would then become the subjectof my study.I handed the paper to Mrs. Smith, and was quite surprised when. “How did you like flashing people today?” I ask. “Mmmm, baby, it was such a turn on to see the look on this guy’s face as he stared at my chest, I wish you could have been there,” you say. “That’s what I was hoping you would say, I have another surprise for you,” I say. The words spark your interest as the anticipation of what’s to come next sets in. “What is going on? What are you about to do?” Question after question you pry. “Well I have noticed you get turned on when others see your body. He kept on reaching for his pockets again and again during which he managed to touch my boobs. I was too busy listening to the songs to notice his intentions. Later, when the bus started the guy beside me slept but he kept on falling over me in his sleep. Again he touched my boobs and his legs were sticking to mine. Soon it started to get dark outside and his attempts got doubled. He was still sleeping but this time his face was facing my side. I was wearing a tank top and a full-length skirt..