Sarah had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Cathy had short, kinky black hair and dark brown eyes, and Amy had brown hair and hazel eyes, not that...you could really see them. She looked half-asleep, and her eyelids drooped. ‘Sorry,’ Amy said with a yawn. ‘Chuck kept me up ’til two.’ Cathy shook her head and growled, ‘I hate that motherfucker.’ I froze, my pancake halfway to my mouth. She sounded so angry, her dark skin flushing. ‘Don’t mind her,’ Sarah said with a wave of her hand. ‘She’s. I understand that you have an Oxford degree, as does he?”“Yes.”“A first in both cases I understand?”“Yes.”“That speaks well of the academic bent of the boy, and a home environment conducive to study. You must have misunderstood the bursar.” He waved and that unfortunate man went out of the room, obviously discomfited by the Headmaster’s comment.“Now, your Highness, it is a little unusual for a boy to start here at the old Common Entrance age, but a move of house does occasionally mean someone. Either having sex or talking about it. She quietly sipped her drink, a Strawberry Daquiri and tried to laugh but was getting nervous even embarrassed.The girls were talking about the size of their boyfriends or husband peniss' and laughing. Some laughed about how small their man was down there. Beth wanted to get up and leave but, was sandwhiched in, 2 girls on either side. She couldn't get up without asking people to let her out so she just kept sipping her drink hoping someone would change. I heard quite a bit of their conversation and learned the following: his name was Bruce and she was in to have her tonsils removed next morning. They closed the curtains and from the rest of the conversation I could hear, I was not that impressed with him. He was quite bossy and talked over her a lot. He seemed most put out by the inconvenience of her being in hospital.The day went on as normal, I read my book, had dinner, read some more. About 8:00 pm Bruce left, and Grace (I could see her.