The lunch time crowd was filling up the room; the flinty faced female had disappeared, and an older woman had taken her place behind the bar with the ...lorid faced gent.I left the room and went to find the bogs, not to use but to get the lie of the land. Both the Ladies and Gents were situated in a block outside the main building, and the path to the block passed the kitchens. The open door showed two white coated chefs, one the black girl I had glimpsed earlier. If florid faced gent was giving. It was a look of utter contempt."Brooke," Jack paused for a breath, "it was not Emily." You were in her bed, Jack," Brooke said icily."I promise you. It ... was ... not ... Emily."Brooke stared at him, finally considering the words he had said."O.K. Who were you fucking in our daughter's bed if it wasn't Emily?" It was Ronni, Brooke. I was with Ronni."Brooke paused again, trying to make the words compute."What?" I was with Ronni. Emily's friend?" She's downstairs."Brooke was still unable to put. "I know what you two were up to before, you know. Lucky bitch." I didn't know what to say. "I need a cock, right now," she continued. She had clearly been in bed. Her dressing gown was worn loosely, her bare legs visible from above the knee. "I'm just going to go downstairs now..." I stated, weakly. "I don't think you are," she interrupted. "If you do, I'll run down and tell everyone you were spying on me. I don't want to hurt my sister you know. I'll never tell her. Do an old friend a favour. “You always have to answer a question in such a way that even the fucking dumbest rubberhead anchors in our classes don’t feel left out. You ask questions not for your own curiosity but to show the rest of us what you figured out. You just want the teacher to say it.”“I wanted to be nice,” Her lip vibrated and she clenched her fists. Near hurt became frustration anger. She stepped forward. I grabbed her hips because the wet shower floor was slippery and I wanted to touch her again. She looked.