I want you to be thehostess for their meeting, show them the special DVDs they ordered, anddo whatever they want. Oh and by the way every one of her f...iends willbe reporting on your behavior so be very subservient, a real asskisser, if you don't want to find out just how bitchy theses ladies canbe."I started to tear up and my voice cracked as I begged her to please letme go home, I offered to eat her and be her panty slave begged her tonot make me be slave to a group of strangers."You won't be. ” I told her about the cab driver dropping me off north of campus, getting directions from a stranger at a gas station, and finding out that I should have taken a right to get to my dorm rather than a left. “When I left their dorm, Francine came out of the shadows from University Center, and stumbled into me.”“You said she ran into you,” Radcliff said.“She wasn’t walking,” I said.“What happened after that?” Radcliff asked. From her tone, she already knew something.I arched an eyebrow and. I was small for my age, always standing in the front row with the girls for school pictures, always one of the last to be picked for sports. That is, until my junior year in high school, when I actually grew up. My dad's cousin lived a few miles away. In his family they had a son my sister's age, a daughter a year younger than I, and two younger siblings. Linda, my cousin, started at my high school. She was a freshman when I started my junior year. We weren't particularly close but I showed her. It seemed a long walk but I didn't mind. Carla was holding my hand, which felt, well, nice. I was actually saddened when we got to her building, since it meant the long nighttime walk was over.We rode up the elevator in quiet, being all by ourselves, and Carla showed me into her top-floor apartment. It was spaciaous, and decorated like one of the houses on The Real World."This is nice," I said, hoping I didn't sound too nosy. "Say, what do you do when you're not kicking butt?" Sort of a.