I am so fucked! SO fucked!?The rest of the night was a blur to her. Her band mates were all very sympathetic to her plight and offered her any assista...ce they could. She felt terrible because she harbored such resentment for her parents. They barely acknowledged her existence, being gone for days at a time and saying very little to her when they were home. Still, they were her parents and she just couldn’t help but love them. The following day, she was awakened by a social services worker. The other girl who lived with us, Valeria, always seemed locked up in her room. She was petite and I was jealous of her extremely large breasts that she always seemed to be covering up with sweaters. She hid from the world behind raven black hair and almost always wore boots which I found rather odd considering the heat wave that we had been having. So, were having a party! announced Amy as I came home from the supermarket, my arms stuffed with groceries and a letter in my mouth. mmk tht swnds. ‘What about Anji?’, I asked looking back at the comatose figure of our friendJulie laughed, ‘you’re kidding! The amount she drank last night, we will be lucky to see her by dinner time!’The gentle snores from Anji confirmed Julie’s words so I followed her into the huge bathroom, instantly reminding me of our last trip in here together when Julie shaved our pussies.I decided to play a little cautious and asked Julie if she wanted to shower first. She turned to me, took my face in her hands and. I sat around drinking rum while she slept. Ducking through the open wispy curtains on the full floor-to-ceiling veranda doors to the veranda to smoke a cigarette. The veranda hung only a few feet, about eye-level, over the ground outside next to the main pathway into the bungalow buildings. The verandas are connected to neighboring verandas with a waist-high wall between them. Smoking and watching folks walk by when Carlos walks out onto his veranda next door with a half-burnt joint in his.