"You know, you owe me a LOT, Ashley," Harriet hisses. "I got suspendedfor you last year! Does the name 'Sam Reid' ring a bell?" Yeah, it kinda does," ... say, lifting my cowlick to show Harriet myscar. "I'm not 'choosing' Mia, Harriet." Then why even bring her up?" Harriet asks."I'm not choosing either of you," I say firmly, silencing the angrygirl. "I don't- I don't want anyone fighting over me, okay?" Oh," Harriet says, her formidable temper subsiding. "Okay, I- I guess.Don't- don't you like. Coming through the door into the quite small after cabin, Deanna quickly took off what she had been wearing to stay comfortable on the flight. Although a tank-top and sweatpants were comfy and fine for the flight, she had a reputation for style to uphold, and there was no way she'd let the French out-dress her. She threw the tank-top and sweatpants in the small duffel bag that already held Peter's former clothes, then undid her bra and placed it in the bag as well. She kicked her flip-flops. Thank you Angel, he replied which seemed to bring a shy smile to her face. Whats your name? she asked to which he replied, Michael. Well thank you again Michael, she said offering a hand to him to shake hands. He couldnt help himself he took hold of her small soft hand holding it for a moment and then gently pulled it to his lips and ever so lightly kissed the back of her hand and replied, No thanks necessary Angel. She giggled and blushed and tilted her face forward letting her hair fall. She wandered into the kitchen, where Esther stood with her back to her, busy slicing up the courgettes and aubergines. "Hey, you've hardly got anything on."Esther turned round to face Zoë. "What do you mean? I'm wearing an apron." This much was true. The straps were over the shoulders and the bib came half way down her thighs, but from behind all Zoë could see was naked flesh and Esther's pert round bum. "I'm just getting into the mood for the party." Ooh!" Zoë sighed, taking her.