" LIAR!" Mrs. Jennings snarled as she picked up the phone. "I'm calling the police. Perhaps they, and YOUR MOTHER, can get the truth out of you." NO!"...I shouted in panic. "Please, not them." Tell me the TRUTH right now or I WILL call them," she threatened while holding the phone in her hand.I hung my head in embarrassment. My ears and cheeks burned as I muttered out the next words. "Okay, I guess I did try on a few things. I'm... I'm sorry." So you were WEARING my clothes," Mrs. Jennings. I got the SHOCK OF MY LIFE . . . ! Both of them were sitting close to each other and their faces were close – I got the doubt, are they KISSING? Both of them were engrossed in their session. I confirmed that both were in good mood and enjoying lesbian sex!! Both of them hugging each other and caressing each!!With that shock, I went back to my bed & thought what to do. My 2 full peg vodka just got drained out, quickly!. I just thought of ordering another Vodka to keep me cool! All of a sudden,. Less than ten percent of applications had been granted and each of us knew how lucky we’d been to be offered a place.So in those initial days, the first years tended to huddle together like sheep when the wolves are howling in the darkness, ready to spook and run at the first hint of trouble – or in the case of students; cry, complain and drink a lot.And in that huddle, the four of us had found each other – as individuals and then as two couples; me with Caroline Esterhuizen, and Jeff Colton. And theysaid if I wear it a lot I'll get lots more jobs, and I did act like Ilike it -- but, you know, Marsh, I mean, I know lots of boys do babysit,but they don't brag about it. They would wear shirts that say "World'sBest Lawn Mower," or something. Right? So it's a gag thing right? And they don't think I'm going to wear it - Ihave it on now, and it also has - not puffy, but real short sleeves thatstick out too and is, you know, shaped, not like a regular t-shirt. Theygot 'a know only a girl.