It’s late morning by the time I get down stairs to the kitchen. My mom and her friends are chatting away by the sink. They all greet me and Diane ac...s like nothing had happened. My mum and Carla seem none the wiser. I suppose I’m too act the same, which I do my best to do. I’m sitting at the kitchen table having my breakfast when Stacey comes down to join us. My mom and her friends still chatting away with their coffees as Stacey sits down next to me. “Was she a good fuck then?”I cough up the. " Well if you don't do something pretty quick you're gonna be failing this module." But I can't! I just can't fail this term!"Her eyes dropped to her lap, and she started fiddling with her hands. She looked up at him again, blinking and moist-eyed.“Oh God” he thought, “she's gonna start crying, where are the fucking tissues.”He passed her the box of tissues and pulled his chair closer, so he was sat just in front of her, doing his best sympathetic face.A couple of tears ran down her sweet. Want me to find out who we use?”“Yeah, would you? That would be great!” said Holly, knowing that a personal introduction would speak volumes compared to an online application.“Course. The guy who manages it over here is called Don. I’ll give him your email and see if he can reach out to you. How are your parents?”“They’re fine thanks, still walking through the hills and valleys, fit as always. Yours?”“Yeah, they’re fine. Hey, you going to the reunion next month?” asked Stephany.“I got the email. "Let's face it, your skin looks only a bit less pale that it would if you were dead..." I'm Scottish," I interrupted. "It's genetic. Anyway, when was the last time you saw any daylight around here?" OK, but even taking that into account, we still have the glasses and the acne scars. Then there's the... Well, there's no way of putting it delicately. You're a bit of a fat bastard."I nodded morosely. "I suppose I could do with losing a stone," I said."Or two." Well, two and a half, maybe. .