I already had the next song planned, one I usually sang to myself at a 4:20 klick pace.“The ants go marching one by one, Hurrah, Hurrah!” I starte... out, quickly joined by everyone else as they let me sing the line and they did the “Hurrah, Hurrah!”As I neared the end of the song, my mind was scrambling. I knew a couple of more songs, but doubted that anyone else knew the words. “You probably don’t know this one, so I’ll sing a line and then you repeat it,” I called out.The music was an early. .Amanda jumped up, and skittered off to get the milk. She reappeared in seconds with cartons and cups, one 2% for herself, two 1% milk for Emma and Nicky, one skim milk for Liz.Okay, let's go.Nicky opened her turquoise Fendi bag, and whipped out the magazine, and opened up to Page Six.There...They all gapped, Oh-ed, and Ah-ed about the pictures shown. Along with famous people, writers, and God knows who else, there she was, signing up for rehab!Told you it was a brilliant plan, Emma gushed,. ”“Ignore my horny husband, he does love to see a pretty brunette, they are his biggest weakness. But then I can’t complain my colouring is almost identical to yours.”Trish laughed, and then sat in the proffered chair held out from the table by Carl.Carl and Anna took the chairs either side of hers.“Can I top you up.” He asked. “I noticed you are drinking the same Champagne as us.”“Thank you, that would be lovely.” Replied Trish, holding up her glass to be filled.“So, tell us, what brings you to. She hadn’t done her homework, and it was due RIGHT NOW!“Oh well, I can just sneak out with people between me and him, and bring it in tomorrow,” she thought to herself.Her plan had almost worked, she was almost out the door when he called her back.“Vikki! I think you forgot to hand in your assignment,” he called out.She returned back to his desk, trying to think of a way out of her predicament. He told her to wait until everyone had left; she could really feel her need to pee; and she stood.