With super pale skin, she wasn’t exactly a sun-hound.“Stupid question, but do you even have a swimsuit?”“I didn’t, but I picked one up the o...her day.”“Nice, what does it look like?”“Wait and see” she said with a wink and a smile.“I doubt I’ll swim, but my blue shorts should be ok, eh?”“Yeah, they’ll be fine.”A few hours had gone by and Melissa was still in no hurry to leave, fashionably late I guess. It was really later in the afternoon before she said “let’s go”.I’d been assuming all along. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed. As I reached into my wardrobe to pick out a shirt stepmum walks in "hey sweetie, what are you doing?" I smirk "im getting ready for work" she replied "oh really where abouts" I suddenly began to feel blush "well with you and dad. I think he said something about an assistant or something" ruffeling through the pile of shirts, I placed two on the bed next to me. They were white and light blue. I turned round and asked her what one was better. After trying both on she suggested the shirt I should. The door of the solicitors' office opened again. "Miss Lucy Longbottom?" the clerk called."Your turn, mum," Annie said.The clerk showed Lucy through the cramped front rooms to a back office. In the dim drizzly day, the office was lit by sinuous Geissler tubes behind tinted glass shades. The clerk seated Lucy at the foot of a large cherrywood table. "Thank you," she told the clerk for his courtesy. The table had been kept in indifferent polish, to Lucy's mind. A stout, mustachioed gentleman sat.