Just the sound of his voice, the authoritative way that he decided what she should be doing… she was a wreck inside. Her stomach was filled with but...erflies and she had no idea if she would be able to walk out of the room.“Well, that’s the plan for tomorrow then.” The cheekiness returned to his voice as he continued. “And in the morning, I’ll have tea and toast, orange juice, and the Sunday papers in bed please!” She laughed, and was about to raise an admonishing finger when the authority was. I was a little pissed because this had happened so many times in the past. At the last minute he would back out and tell me to go without him. I made him promise to meet me at the party as soon as he got home.I squeezed into my fish net stockings and short, tight skirt. I put my hair in a bun and glued it there with a can of hair spray. I loaded on the makeup and was out the door. Kathy greeted me with a smile "You're early." Kathy was dressed all in black and had a fake mole on her. " She paused. "May I ask you a question, Arthur?" I don't promise to answer." When Kirsten's father told her she wasn't allowed to see you, did Kirsten tell you that she wasn't your girlfriend?"Thank you for putting me on the spot. I knew where my strongest loyalty lay in this situation, at least. "Is it OK with you if I answer that, Kirsten?" Go ahead." Her body language looked neutral."No, Mrs. Kennedy," I said. "She more-or-less assured me that I was still her boyfriend." So that is the. She was more or less medium height and build, very pretty, and moved with a particular grace.She was also kind of nuts. Since starting school last month, she'd been in at least two fights that I knew of, one against a boy. She'd called Nicole a cunt to her face, and really did everything she could to have no friends at all.I hadn't spoken to her. None of us would have dared.They said her name was Veronica.She bought a slushie and came out, looking around. She saw me and came over."Hey," she.