Outside! I'll show you who's frail!"Mrs FitzWalter returned to reading a magazine and sipping gin and tonic and the sound of combat on the lawn was re...umed. She looked up at the clock every now and then. Fifty minutes passed and finally the blows and curses got fainter. Then silence! Nothing happened and Mrs FitzWalter went out into the garden to see if they were still alive after the ferocious battering they had given each other. She saw two bloodied and comatose girls lying totally flat. Her: Heyy[=me: hey girl whatsup?hey: at home with my brother parents went out for the weekend and you?me: sounds like a good time how old is he? and nothing much watching some tv thinking about going swimming soon.her: oh wow you ask about him and not me haha but hes 15 and oh wow arent you a cool k**.me: haha well how old are you? and sorry sweety but im not a k** =pher: well im 19 and yeah i know but i just like calling people k**s !me: well to me you're the k** since im 22 hahaher: nah you. Closed it. What was she looking for? Another drawer opened. Oh my God! She was in the underwear drawer and taking out a pair of her host's knickers, my partner's knickers! I could hear her breathing deeply. Jesus, she is sniffing them! She took out another pair and again took in the scent. Fair play, my girl does smell good, but this is weird! More footsteps. She just managed to close the drawer and get to the door before her exit was cut off."I was just tidying myself up in your mirror. I hope. ” I was suddenly glad that I had just purchased a brand new king sized bed. I lagged behind to turn the thermostat up, secure the house, and ensure that all the candles in the kitchen were blown out. Meanwhile, Amelia and Cara kept feeling each other up, necking and fondling, and they vanished down the candle lit hallway that led to our bedroom. I hastened to complete my domestic chores, to be rewarded with an extremely interesting trail of discarded female attire scattered down the hallway..