She instinctively bent down and reached out her hand to encourage the fluffy white kitty to come closer for some petting.“Well, hello, you sweet kit...y,” Grace said in a cooing voice.The bartender looked up from the bar. “That’s Fa-Raon,” he said with a thick French accent. “He is our famous feline resident. Feel free to pet him; he’s quite friendly.”“He lives here at the hotel?” she asked.“Oui, he has the run of the house, and he adores attention,” he explained.Grace scratched Fa-Raon under his. .. I don't really know what to say," Sophia responded with awe. She really hadn't considered the possibility of not seeing Estelle as a threat. She needed some time to fully digest what had been said to her."Well, you could say 'I'm all for that cos you've got the hottest body in the whole mall and I've been thinking of nothing else but raping you the first chance I get'. Or 'Thank you', whatever works."Sophia laughed and smiled at Estelle as she felt the weight of dread and guilt leave her. The stool next to me was openand she looked over and smiled. “That stool taken?” shequestioned.“No one has been setting there,” I answered.She walked over as I reached to pull the stool out forher as she slid on to it. “Thanks,” she said, “haven’tseen you in here before.”“I don’t live here,” I said. “I drive truck, and amdelivering across at the mall in the morning,” Icontinued.The bar gal brought her drink and. She covered her other ear then went into the girl’s washroom to talk.She returned a minute later. “That was my dad. He’s been called into work. The guy who is on back shift is sick and he’s finishing his shift. Dad called your mom and she’ll pick us up and take me to spend the night with Mrs. O’ Malley.”Scott’s girlfriend approached, touching his shoulder. “Brad, I’m Carrie, Scott’s girlfriend. I think he’s sick. He’s in the boys’ washroom.”“Oh boy, that’s all we need is for one of the teachers.