This was a set up, right? You planned this all along?” He didn’t seem angry, and just asked matter-of-factly.She was busted. She thought she ha... played it perfectly, but of course he saw right through it. No fighting this one. “Yes sir. But I can be out all night,” she added somewhat playfully.“Take your panties off,” he said while continuing to look forward. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and slide them down slowly and stepped out of them. “Spread your legs.” Sarah. `Shit!’ one of the hairs on her head was out of place, she would have to pull over. It took 20 minutes or so for her to sort the problem out, and as she set off again she hoped she wouldn’t be late for Britney Spear’s 18th birthday bash.Sarah pulled her Lamborghini up outside the house, grabbed the bunch of flowers from the back seat and climbed out. Sarah knocked on the door and none other than miss Britney Spears herself answered it.Sarah handed her the flowers and congratulated her for. .. the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my face."Talk to him!" Ingmar said."THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON, TRANSMITTING FROM BROOKE ARMY HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS.. Hang ups or something he called them. They sounded really bad. I don’t want to end up with one of those!” “Hey!” exclaimed Harry, “Don’t do that! I am not as high as you yet! I’ll be bored if you go to bed just now.” “But I can’t even keep my head straight! You should also sleep Harry” said Ron sleepily. “What should I do then?” Harry asked as coolly as possible but his insides were jumping with anticipation as he waited for the answer.