She was beyond caring when she felt a rough hand pull down her flimsy cotton top around her shoulders and grope under her sports bra, dislodging it. P...actically enjoying the fact that her unknown assailant was helping himself to her body. More moans escaped her mouth, stifled by his fingers. Had she ever even moaned before? "Are you enjoying this little slut?" His question jolted her out of her train of thought. Wait? Slut? But as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth for the last time. " That really puts it in perspective," I laughed. Hunks of meat?"It's not you the pressure's on, anyway," Rhonda said. "You will probably never get out of the kitchen. Jennifer and Courtney are going to take all the heat." What?" Wait. Didn't you know? Your Kokomo girlfriends insisted that no matter who orders it, they will be the ones who serve the Chateau Brian. The other waitresses will be serving everything else, but Jennifer and Courtney will serve every order that you cook." Oh, my god!". I walk down the high street looking at shops that no longer exist, pubs that have closed. The White Lion is packed; strange when I know it’ll be bulldozed within two years, flats built in its place. The Druid Inn’s heaving and, for a moment, I consider going in to have a drink with my old school friends. But they’re playing Rick Astley, very loudly, and that sways my decision. I walk on.Back home, my parents tell me tales of their university lives and what they did. It’s great to see them so. She leaned down to put her face in front of mine. “No funny business. You’re mine, and I’m not in the mood to share.”“You’ll notice that I’m fully dressed,” I pointed out. I held up the camera. “I’m just here to get the blackmail evidence I need to control the situation you let get out of control.”“Don’t nag,” she said. “You sound like my mother.”Ashley appeared first, which didn’t surprise me. It was interesting, because I’d seen her in a bikini countless times, and admired her each of them..