Now here she was celebrating her first Christmas with her child. She had made yet another excuse to her mother as to why she would not be home for the...holiday. She knew her well enough to know that her little Patricia would be used as a pawn to milk money from the Kirklands. She looked around at her home. It was a fairly large studio apartment on the ground floor. In addition to the bed, crib, stove and refrigerator that Matthew had started her with, she had managed to work out an arrangement. .. I mean sweat a lot. Saying that and wasting no more time Zeenat started washing her bra and panty so that she do not face any more tricky questions. Zeenat also noted that Sanjeev kept her spare clothes on the door top. But the petticoat slipped to her side from the door top as he kept the blouse over it. Sanjeev: Sorry Madam. I did not realize that it would slide like that. Since Zeenat was washing, she could not also catch it and it landed on watered part of the floor and instantly. "Not quite, as I do work for a living, admittedly only as a part-time barmaid. At least until I decide what I want to do."We had a very brief chat, mainly about Anita, my marriage and current status before agreeing to meet up after the two races. I was told that Anita was in Australia with her current boyfriend and rarely came home. She and her mother rarely spoke because Anita had found out, via my mother and her grandmother, why I'd really stopped writing. It appeared that Mrs. Jacobs had. Back at the campfireThe four of us grimaced at Becky and Leon’s tent. “Do they seriously think we can’t hear them?” Mark laughed. Sue, who was wrapped in a blanket with him, turned to face him and gave him a sultry look, “Oooh Leon! I want you so bad baby, I’m sooo wet for you!” she mocked Becky in a fake falsetto voice and we all laughed except Mark who was somehow turned on by this display and started making out with her. Chris and I rolled our eyes at eachother, “Typical,” I mouthed to him,.