I think this surprised Karen because she knewI was wearing the panties.We ate a light lunch and Karen paid the bill. I'm surprised I wasn't thatembarr...ssed as women seem to be doing this more and more. As Karen hadmade all the decisions anyways, the waitress handed her the bill. I thinkthe waitress probably noticed Karen had stood when I arrived, helped mewith my jacket, and pulled my chair out for me, so it would have beenlogical to give the bill to Karen.We were out the door and walking. When she looked in the direction of the call she spotted Alex and some of the people from the dorm sitting around a table. She recognized Susan and Kaitlyn. She walked over and immediately noticed the tension in the air. Before she could ask what was going on she recognized the dirty blonde, unruly hair on the head of one of the guys. He was buried in a book.It was Philip. She nodded at him. "He's into books, huh?" she said to Alex."Well," Alex replied, a trace of annoyance passing her face. "Steve laughed. "Come with me," he said. He took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. He turned the light on and we stepped in."Oh my gosh. What's that smell?" I asked."Just the litter box," said Steve, "I didn't have time to change it today."Just the litter box? I thought. I glanced at it and gagged, glad I had skipped dinner to save my appetite for Steve! There were piles of cat shit in the box and if you've ever smelled cat piss you know it's not a pleasant aroma either.Steve. Then he licked his fingers, released Mickie and left."The son of a bitch," Mickie sobbed, falling to her knees and trying to pull her shirt down to cover her crotch. Tiffany knelt beside her. "Come on, honey. Get your shorts on. We're going to make it. Somehow, we'll get through all this."They had all been told, in the letter inviting them to what once looked like a profitable weekend, to bring shorts, T-shirts or tank tops, and running shoes. Greta had chosen a white, ribbed tank top and khaki.