I was having one of those fantasy moments girls get when bored, at an age of discovery and yearning, hormones running wild, mind saying no, body screa...ing yes. Even today many years later I still dont have a piercing or tat anywhere on my body, they do nothing for me, so why was I contemplating dropping my knickers and exposing myself in such a fashion. Sitting in a coffee shop, often frequented by our small group of girls during our pre-uni years, I sat tracing my finger around the rim of my. . well, I know Wes pretty well since he's my roommate. And he's ... he's not as nice a person as you might think."She chuckled briefly. "A 'nice person'?" I mean, he's nice to girls ... to women ... mainly to get them into bed," I blurted.A slight smile curved her lips. "So he's not a 'nice boy' ... he's what might be called a 'bad boy'?"I frowned. "To women anyway; though that's probably not the word I would choose."She didn't respond immediately as we made our way through campus. She gave me. For some time Helena managed to keep up her flirty conversation with the men and to maintain their interest while covertly watching the stunning creature circulating around the room chatting amiably with the other guests. At college this year Helena had experimented a little, having a few flings with some of the other girls and she had quite enjoyed some of her experiences. There was something very different about this girl though she thought as just watching the girl from afar made Helena feel. Rhea sniffed back the tears and emptied the drawer on the bed. There were a number of letters from the mortgage provider about the arrears, and more about a sizeable debt on a credit card. Simon didn't have any credit cards, she thought. There were letters from two debt collection agencies chasing him for cash accrued, another from his current account holder asking him to repay his overdraft.Then she found a stack of bank statements and she scanned them. Sure enough, his wages were paid in and.