" I confirmed that I had. "I didn't expect it to get that far so quickly. Mary Furlough was due around after we last spoke and during our talk I secre...ly pressed the button on the P O to dial the home phone. I went into the other room to answer it but left the door ajar and had a one sided conversation with myself concerning the bribe and your severe thrashing. Knowing Mary, she would be listening in and would whisper the details to all the ladies in the church group. Even if she told them in. .? Oh my God!"Don chewed on his fist. "Please let me explain, I always feel the need to say something funny." He felt as though he was sitting in confession with a priest. "But more often than not I'm just mildly offensive or awkward... Like now, I mean, I'm not exactly selling myself very well, am I?" I'm just worried that you're trying to sell yourself." I'm not... well I am... but not like a prostitute." Don slapped his forehead. "You see? There I go again. I just can't help myself." I think. She did not have anyone sitting next toher. After about 1 hour, there were some drunkards who boarded the bus andlooking at this she told excuses me, can you come and sit next to me. I wasshocked I told ok and I said to her if she knew me as her face looked familiar.She told yes and called my name, her name was Kavya. She recalled few teachers andschool and we were chatting it was past 12:00 AM and lights were off. I observed her in dim light and she waslooking amazing with silky hair, eyes. You pull the curtains open wide and let the sun illuminate your space. The water surrounding Staten Island pours onto the sands of your backyard, a privately owned beach that extends for nearly a mile. In the window, you find your reflection staring back, near-naked and glowing under the New York City sun.Your name is Drew Ré, and as of today, you are twenty-one years old. You are the middle child of Ludovico Ré, one of the wealthiest men in America and this years pick for People Magazine's.