‘I’m sorry honey, it just happened,’ she sighed. ‘When you go to work in the morning, Joss slips into our bedroom.’ Shit! Bad enough but it ...as about to get worse. ‘Now you know,’ she continued. ‘You might as well know that I’m moving Joss into our bedroom. No need for you to worry though honey. It won’t make any difference to us.’ ‘Like hell it won’t,’ snapping at last, my jealousy rampant, as I stormed out of the room, calling for Joss to follow me out to the garden where we could sort this. "It's sort of personal, really personal." She added."Oh. So nothing I can help you with? Because I will if you need me." Carly said. "I want to be helpful if I can be."Melanie took another deep breath, just like she had when she told Sam. "There is something I want to tell you…" She started before there was a knock on the door.Carly looked at her clock. "Lord who that could be?" She said as she got up and went over to the door."Let me in." Came Sam's voice from the other side of the door."Sam?". “It’s all right,” Mrs Hunt said, “I ought to have said years ago but we never thought she would do aught in her A levels.”“Said what?” Mr Hunt asked.“That if she did Hospitality at College she would be expected to fuck the Gentlemen at the gents College as part of the course,” Mrs Hunt said.“Exactly,” Miss Price exclaimed, “That’s why we can afford to offer the scholarships and accommodation instead of charging nine thousand pounds thats $13 000, a year Mr Hunt.” “What?” Mr Hunt retorted,. It’s for sure,” she said. I hadn’t had a clue that she even might be. I sat down at the kitchenette table.“Okay, great,” I said, my look not as calm as my words, not nearly so, I was sure of that. “Do we know what...”“No, not yet, but soon,” she said.“Honey, you don’t seem as happy as I thought you’d be if we ever...” I started.“It’s going to be expensive, Sam. I guess I’m going to have to get a job, and working at the same time I’m—growing—well...” she said.“No, I’ll get a better job. I.