Chloe was taller and slim hipped, with a chisel of dark hair--just the way I liked them. Such a perfect distillation of what I liked that in the pause...before she said yes, I was like a construction of heart attacks collapsing.Lori was at least half a foot shorter than Chloe, blond and far curvier. She looked like a doll that should be wearing a cheerleader outfit. She had in fact gone that juvenile career route, which she continued into college on such a scholarship, until she got way more. Priscilla could see the ends of separate strokes where they had splayed out around Anna's right cheek in long, purple-tipped fingers of deep red, and where they had crossed each other more purple splodges were beginning to rise. What had that awful girl in her class said? That her sister's bottom had looked as though it had been painted? Anna's cheeks indeed looked as though the headmaster were wielding a brush loaded with oil paint ... how long could she possible survive this. He couldn’t go down that road, he promised himself he wouldn’t. Riley wasn’t looking for a relationship, he just wanted to enjoy his college experience. Party, make friends, meet girls. His friend had called it the ‘True Experience’ when it came to hooking up and sleeping with a girl, ‘Remember the True Experience man…’ Even though the class was an hour and a half, it seemed to fly by. He and Annabelle walked outside together. Lingering in the hallway, Annabelle said, ‘You should take the. Straight away the phone rang again. It was her friend Suzie. ‘What’s going on honey? Who’s that woman with Damien in the video? Oh my God it’s terrible!’ ‘He’s cheated on me!’ Noella wailed and tears began to flow. ‘I’ll be straight over.’ And she hung up. The phone rang again. It was Damien. He was wild! ‘Who did you send it to? Noella. Who did you send it to?’ ‘Everyone!’ She bawled. ‘Bastard!’ She hung up again. The phone rang again. It was another good friend. Jodie. She too was soon on her.