The girl looked into the impassive driver's face as she stepped from the car,gallantly assisted by the woman. Itwas only a few steps to the house, bu... before they reached it, the door wasopened by another woman who looked very similar to the driver, or perhaps,mused the girl as she entered the mansion, it was just her bearing. As theypassed through the door and stepped into a giant foyer with a marble floor, thewoman addressed her servant, "I'd like tea in the library." The servantdid not. "Goodnight, I'll see you at the courts," she said.The next day when I spoke to Marcie, she listened to my account of playing tennis, going to the movies and taking Zelda to her dorm. "What are you leaving out?" she asked."She wanted me to go up to her room with her, but..." You're dawdling, Oldham!" Dawdling?" You're being evasive. What are you not telling me?"My mind raced. Since we had last been together my life was a series of scandals. I couldn't tell her about my night with Loretta. She. Not only because of our constant talks but due to my flirting with 2 other girls in that class. I used to attend the class as a formality now. I used to give my attendance in the morning and then go out on a drive with one of the girl from the class, used to come back during lunch again give attendance for the second half and then leave with another girl. She used to watch it and used to envy me. She began harboring feelings for me and after the classes asked me to drop her home as she was not. You can stop kicking the rapist.”Only moments later, Ms Alfredson, the playground monitor from their first incident burst through the bushes. Her first words were, “Oh, my God, the little bastards have done it again! This will get you two expelled this time.”John happened to hear her remarks, and reacted in kind. “Go fuck yourself, you stupid Bitch! You have just set yourself up for one hell of a lawsuit. Those are my two children, and they have just rescued a girl from that rapist. It probably.