She thought again about Rebecca. She felt so awful in every part of her body. She had to come clean. Rebecca knew how she could be. She knew how she ...ould get talked into bad situations. She might react poorly, but it would pale in comparison to if she heard it from someone else. And while Rachel liked neither option, the chance of it staying a secret forever was slim. Someone had seen or heard something and it would eventually get back to her. And that would be so much worse. The girls had. .." Her voice trailed off. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the vodka. "Anyway, I was wondering if you would let me interview you." "Ummm....alright." Mr. Masterson said, unable to keep his eyes off of her cleavage. "Could you come back tomorrow or something?" He asked, his eyes never leaving her chest."Well, actually" Bianca began, "I sort of procrastinated and I have to get it done tonight." She took a step forward and put her hand on his arm. Looking straight into his eyes. I want to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”She stared down at him with incomprehension. “I thought…”“You thought I already had?” Blood surged through Mac again, as his plan neared fruition. “Lady, you’ve seen nothing yet.”“Oh my God…”“Mm-hmm. That’s right. I’m going to work her over like a cheap whore. And I want you to back me up.”“You want me to…”“I want you to punish her too, to get your own payback for her landing you in this mess. We can put her bottom of the heap and you can keep. A personal relationship can develop much quicker and they will accept someone much quicker than city-dwellers who live wrapped up in the prejudices and terrors that the cold anonymity of urban life creates.This was the case with my centaur friends. After a few carefully orchestrated visits by each centaur and some friendly visits to the local school and police station my friends removed most if not all the antagonism. Some patient explanations about why they had become centaurs helped to dispel.