Mel stepped up to the mic and screamed. "Thank you,guys, you are our biggest fans!" The room erupted into a cacophonousbout of foot stomping and screa...ing. Mel tried again. "We owe a lot ofthis to you all for pushing us and we wanted to end our tour hereamongst our family."More screaming. "Thank you guys you our friends and our family."I grabbed the mic out of her hand to a bout of more screaming. "We haveother thanks to make, the owners and Managers who supported us, the barstaff, the cleaners. Brooke is 19 years old but still lives at home. She has long brunette hair, regular but perky breasts, and is tall in height. She has tan skin--your cousins have different parents.Anyways, you haven't seen either of them in years, so you don't remember this yet. But you will when you see them.You sit broodily on the doorstep pf your best friend, Zach. Everyone's been fussing over you for two weeks now, concerned about your emotional well being. But the truth is, the only reason you're depressed. There was a knock on the door at five minutes before seven. Cat left to answer the door."Ms. Williams?" I heard Meaghan say in confusion."Come on in," said Cat. "This is Chris's apartment." Chris?" said Aimee."Mr. Cooper," said Cat. "Now come on in." I like the name Chris," said Skylar."Me, too," said Meaghan."So do I," said Aimee."I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you called him Chris," said Cat.I heard the door close.Cat continued, "Now since Chris is the only man on campus, he is the only one. The call had gone out, anonymously except for his immediate underlings, from Niccolo Philouma on down through the Family organization all the way to the streets. Someone in the organization was very interested in two young men matching the rudimentary descriptions he'd gotten from Carol, scant glimpses as she'd run, one of them with a chunk bitten out of him, who'd been involved in a hit gone bad in a park at 45th and Garwood. The figure of twenty-five thousand dollars was mentioned as a.