“Thanks for the tip. It’s just ... that’s how I’m built.”“Respectful, sweet little thing, isn’t she?”“Sure is. One in a thousand.”...hey chuckled, and gently shooed me away. I looked at my phone and realised Fiona had sat so long I was in danger of being late for class again. I had to run through the corridors, and heard people laughing behind me. Whether they had seen Fiona toying with me, or they were just amused at the tiny girl scurrying and panting, was more than I could say.I was completely. The color in her face began to return to normal and she faced Pete. She couldn't think of anything to say so she simply stated "Well, you enjoying the party?" Pete stomped his feet furiously. "Enjoying the party!?" he yelled. He grabbed a nearby chair and violently tossed it on the ground. The remaining boy winced at the noise and slid into the corner to get away from the domestic argument. Pete continued to scream at Tamara "You slut! How could you go behind my back and screw these guys? You. I used to be a legal secretary in the same building with Peter. He introduced me to the club, then arranged for Hans to come in. They have become very good friends, as you can see." She smiled and tilted her beautiful head and looked at the two men, standing tall above everyone in the room, laughing and joking with each other.Marily couldn't find words to express her gratitude to the lovely Anna. She couldn't believe that she could ever come to be as self- assured, as self-contained as Anna. The fifth of a gallon whole sale was more than the whiskey that came in the bottle was retail. The bottle had been sterilized then refilled with the dragon piss. I knew for a fact that Mission had never had anything like it."Wow that is strong and smooth," she said of the amber liquid. It was colored with food coloring to look like sour mash whiskey."Yes it is, that's why it's called sippin' whiskey," I said."But my god that is smooth stuff," she said."Too bad we don't have any brownies..