This is the perfect moment to say something. I calmed myself and realized maybe he didn't see me, maybe I could get away with what happened. "Well let...s head over to my place," Zac advised. "Alright," I agreed. I put our dishes in the sink, and headed for the door after Zac. I locked the door and put my key in my pocket. We headed to his house and Zac told me thank you. I couldn't get enough of his voice. I told him no problem. He kept his door unlocked and he just walked right in. His house. The crowd acknowledge her as she blushed. When they stopped to eat, they weren't in a rush. Shelby was “giddy” looking at their trophy on the table. She danced with them giving them freedom to grope her. She found it strange that they mainly felt her ass. Sitting they talked extensively. They questioned her about a “boyfriend”. She told them that between work and the rumor mill, she didn't have one and that it took a “special” man for her because she wasn't just an ordinary girl. She questioned. You learned to like some and hate others, regardless oftheir relative talent, which, as far as Marcia could discern, wasinconsequential at best. It was one of these shows that they were watching when Phoebe ambushedher with the question. Marcia looked up the cookbook she was skimmingfor new ideas on what to bake for the Blue Cat. "You can't even say it, can you?" Phoebe filled the silence thatfollowed. "You can't even lie, like anyone else could. You hate her thatmuch. It's obvious. You can't. "Spaseeba Gaspazha Neena, Thank you Mistress Neena," I say. Should I be using what I have learned, to avoid trouble? Or am I falling more under their spell, with every little thing I accept?She smiles, "Pazh'alsta."Back at Inward Bound, Ylena told me that meant 'you're welcome'. I smile. It's an admission that I understand the word. Is that another defeat? Have I let them over-run another of my defences. But do I really have any defences to retreat behind? Any place of safety left to me?She.