" Part IIIVeronica sidled up to Reggie Mantle during lunch. "Hello, Mr. Wonderful," she said sarcastically."Hi Ronnie. Jesus, I thought you wouldn't b... talking to me after I fucked up your life last night." Oh, you aren't off the hook for that," Ronnie grinned. "You owe me big time for getting me grounded."Veronica summoned Reggie to follow her to a quiet table in the cafeteria. He kept his eyes focused on her tight ass and jiggling breasts the whole way. 'She might be a bitch, but she's one. I could have sworn this had been the voice of Kim, our close, long and dear friend. As i tried to discard this thought (Kim and Pierre were the most conservative couple we knew) i relaxed a bit. But i kept as still as i could. Not daring to look up and find out it was in fact Kim. This would have been too much. The humiliation of me kneeling there and our dear friend Kim would have been killing. All of a sudden i heared someone running over. Claire grabbed me by my shoulders and dragged me into. " Frank smiled at me : " Nice to meet you, Amanda. " A devilish grin showed up on my face : " Nice to meet you, Frank. "I kept staring at him while he turned back to my father and handed him over a file. My father looked at me so I guess that was a sign for me to go away. I could see what he meant, just by the look in his eyes so I walked towards the coach and turned on the TV. From that point I could still see Frank and admire him. He was indeed very sexy. I hoped I could see him again. Even if he hadn’t been I don’t think he could have been a threat to me. He was slightly built and not in good condition. I thought of the presents I had been given. I took the torch and looked in the back seat of the car. The first thing I found was an old tartan car blanket. I passed it to him. He wrapped it around himself. I opened the paper bag I had been given at Plympton. There was a large Cornish pasty and some small cakes. I gave him the whole bag. He mumbled his thanks and started.