I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and the itch will fade away.I can't tell you much about my day today. My tongue gets in ...he way. And besides, nothing much happened. Oh, but no, wait! There was a letter. A long one too.I really don't see why the bastard took the trouble. Shouldn't he be on his way to his next trophy? Well, great. I guess he needed to gloat. And show off, of course.It took me a while to understand that the letter was addressed to me. Well, you know,. The guys came into the room as a group. Their first words were to demand coffee. I was still standing beside the brewing system so I found cups in the cupboard and poured eight cups full. While I was doing that Indhira had put spoons, sugar, and sweetener on the table. Mom brought out a quart of coffee cream. I set the machine to brew another pot of coffee.No one was saying anything. Grabbing my cup and taking a swallow, I made a comment about the weather and it appearing as the storm had. Why don't you draw Allison this time? I'll bet she'd make a great mermaid." Maybe some other time," Brit responded. "My hand's getting sore from drawing all day." Okay. I'll see you two tonight," said Lissa, then slipped out the door."You know, that's the first time I've seen you draw a mermaid," Allison commented."It's because they're usually topless or have a shell bikini," Brit explained with a laugh. "I guess I'm not comfortable drawing naked or nearly naked girls." Well that won't do,". The delay and uncertainty in her answer roused Ross’s suspicion. He reached over and looked into the bag and felt a little foolish when all that was in it were school books and a few other girly things that all women carry about with them. He dropped the bag back down. Adèle flinched when Ross rested his hand upon her bare knee. Her eyes swelled slightly but she fought back the tears as the strong hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt, she knew it was futile to even attempt to stop him..