“You’re going to have to get over it, if we’re going to share a bathroom Mel.”I didn’t answer her, but quickly went in, closed the door and ...eed. When I finished, I jumped in the shower and washed up. I decided not to wash my hair, mostly because I didn’t want to deal with sharing the bathroom. I hated putting dirty clothes back on, especially my panties. At least they weren’t that bad since I had just changed them yesterday before leaving for work, or two weeks ago, or whenever it was. But one. What began as Tim just helping the guys with their school work turned into a friendship with them. In truth, Tim was the one who held back. The guys would invite Tim to parties, but Tim would come up with excuses why he could not attend. When secondary school ended, the five guys were determined and dragged Tim with them to a local pub. None of them were of age yet to get beers served directly to them. Tim’s mates managed to get pints of ale by having one of the older customers buy the. Com. I took second place int he contest with this short piece,which pleased me. I've meant to post it on FictionMania for quite sometime, but kept forgetting where it was at in my files. Well, I found it,and here it is.The story does require some familiarity with the books/movies made fromthe Hunger Games series, if only to understand what's required of the maincharacter. ***Mickey was ecstatic! He was just leaving a little place he found off thebeaten path in the mall, a small shop called. While she was eating, Fanny stood slightlybehind and to one side of her, ready to top up wine or water asrequired."I expect that you're really enjoying all these sexy clothes you havenow, Fanny," she remarked not expecting an answer. She was thereforesurprised to hear a quiet sob from her maid. She looked round to seethat Fanny hadn't moved position, but was shaking his head from sideto side and crying."It's no good crying now, you made your bed and now you've got to liein it."Fanny crouched.