Well, too bad he is always busy. Sometimes I wondered whether he even notice what I wore! She replied dejectedly. That seemed to be a big hint that sh... had just thrown to me. It seemed to me that she was picking up the clue and responded to play the flirting game with me. Oh no! If I were him, I would love to keep you warm every night! She looked at me and smiled embarrassingly. Well, talk is cheap and of cause easier said than done. I upped the stakes by adding in more flattering words which. He wished he had his phone so he could snap a quick picture to sell to the tabloids."What?" Randi asked irritably."Now you know how it feels," Brock replied with a smile. "Seriously, we need your help." My help?" Randi asked. "Who?" Uh, Chastity," he said. "I'll explain it once you're awake. But, point is, we need to use your studio for a while this morning. Is that possible? Do you know people who might help us?" Maybe," Randi replied. "Give me a minute, Brock. I was totally zonked."She closed. "Good morning Mary. You look nice this morning." Paula Williams said."Why thank you Paula. Is there more coffee?"Mary was a 50 year old widow who's son Jeff, a college freshman, would be home for summer vacation that afternoon. Paula the 49 year old divorcee had been Mary's roommate in college and when her husband divorced her last year she was forced to move in with Mary until she could find a job and get back on her feet. Eventually she obtained the position at the real estate office but Mary. Carol seemed to be deep in thought, and I didn't wish to disturb her. Just as we approached the house, she turned to me and said, "I got a call from your school today. It seems they are leery about having you back in school this term. Their concern is that you will bring too much baggage with you to school and disrupt things due to being a sixteen year old, abuse victim, with a serious head injury." I bet they talked to their lawyers and are worried about me hitting my head or getting pushed.