Eighteen. Obviously a party. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across t...e street, backed down, and drove off. About twenty minutes later, Monica was done. Talking with Blake, she emphasized that the party be kept secret. “This cannot get out, do you understand me? It cannot get out.” Blake smiled. “Uh huh. What’s with you? You used to be our favorite party girl. The St. Veronica Slut. Now you’re going undercover? What. Now, Part two: I was sitting in my room thinking of what to wear. Jeans and a t-shirt or a button up striped long sleeve shirt with khaki pants and a hoodie, I decided to wear jeans with my long sleeve black t-shirt with rainbow stripes on the sleeve reading “Gay pride bitches” in white, then wearing my zipped up dark purple hoodie; All of which for laughs. I then walked downstairs, into the kitchen grabbing a v8, then walked outside and closed the door. Chris was standing there waiting for me. “Well done you. Time Flick and Hattie got to work. Come on, Hat, let’s earn some money.” The two of them walked off, heels clacking leaving me with Maz. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Dolly never, ever fucks anyone she may be working with, is working with or has worked with. It’s a rule she never breaks. If she hadn’t considered working with you, she’d have tried to get you upstairs. She has an insatiable urge to fuck.” Things were getting clearer. Maz smiled. “Now, on the other hand, I have. A man’s voice said, ‘L.A.P.D.! This is restricted property. You shouldn’t be parked here! Come on out!’ Jon quickly pulled Barbara’s blouse together and she rose on her knees so he could pull his pants up. Then he rolled down the window, his eyes squinting against the glare of the bright flashlight. ‘Whoever you are, would you mind not shining that thing in my face?’ ‘Detective North, is that you? I certainly hope that’s Mrs. North with you! This could be really awkward for me!’ the young.