He was back in his chair and in his room, struggling into his clothes when the doorbell rang.“Fuck!” he groused, torn between finishing the task o... buttoning his shirt, and wanting to rush to the door.“I got it, Doug. Take your time.” Carol called, and he heard her head away from his room.When he finally got the shirt buttoned and tucked in, then ran a brush through his hair, he rolled his chair out into the living room, not sure what he would find. He shouldn’t have been worried.Carol and Lane. It all happened when everyone in my house went for a marriage. I never attend due to some reason. Then my parents told my neighbor to take care ofMe to give me food and help me if I need any thing. Then the next day priya came and told me that her parents are going out and she will be here. And she that her parents are going out of station for three days that her relative have expired. So her parents told me that take care of her during these days. We went to the railway station and we send. “Well, I did promise I’d call,” he said. “But I don’t know your number. So...”Sam’s laughter filled the small room.“So you did your best to keep your word,” he said. “Here’s our phone number. You can go home and call her.”Brock did a double take before he realized Sam was joking.“She’s up in her room,” Sam said. “I’ll show you where it is. Oh, and we need to be on the road in about 45 minutes.”Brock started to tell Sam he knew where Merie’s room was but he thought better of it.When he knocked. Why the hell was she talkinglike that?The girl looked at Brian with big eyes, outwardly apologetic but with ahint of mischief. "I hope we weren't disturbing you?"Bullshit, Brian thought to himself. All the ruckus in there could've tornthe house down. Did this high school girl really think this innocent, doe-eyed approach would fool him?Yet, once Brian opened his mouth, he foolishly said "Oh, no, you girlsweren't bothering me at all." The words had just left his mouth, asuncontrollable as vomit..