.." I never dated a black girl." Dave shrugged. "I'm not in love with you because you're black." I..." I made a little face."What?" I don't think I'm ...n love with you because you're white." But you could be?" Dave laughed at me and I felt pretty embarrassed, looking down then. "You really are blonde if you think that, Kylie." Huh?" I looked back up at him."I understand." Dave smiled. "I'll take my chances."He knew I wasn't going to love him just because he was white, that's pretty silly even. We are talking a single cup coffee maker and the person will probably be waiting for it to finish brewing.“I see the top as being funnel shaped so that it’s easy to pour the water into the water chamber without spilling any of the water. It should have a cover on a simple hinge so that dust won’t fall into the water chamber and clog up the plumbing. After twenty years, dust will be an issue. Open the cover, add water by pouring it out of your coffee cup, and close the cover. Allow excess water. It had to be from Becky she was the only one who knew she was here. The note read:CALL ME WHEN YOU CAN. I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE. AND IF THINGS ARE AS THEY SEEM, I NOW HAVE A HOUSE OF MY OWN WITH A SPARE ROOM."Oh my god. I forgot all about the message last night. Wait is she offering me my own room? Can I accept?" She began to worry what she should do. Then with out thinking too long she picked up the phone, sat down on the bed and called the bed. The phone rang once before it was picked. I’d got a study period in the library, Issabella a Business Studies lesson but before we stood up to go, we kissed each other good bye. “God Jo, I can’t wait to get home with you now,” she said. As we walked past Mrs Davies, she reached towards Issabella offering her undies back, at the same time looking at the wet patches on her skirt. Issabella took them from her, smiling as we continued our way out, she said, “I think David has Study too. Maybe you should try and fuck him, so I can taste his.