Even Fred and Alice seemed to be doing better. When my phone rang on April first, all things seemed right with the world.“There is a cheap family ow...ned motel five miles from your place. It’s owned by a Persian family. Will being held up there a couple of days be a problem for you?” the Deacon asked. “I need to get a local pharmaceutical executive out of town.”“A drug dealer really?” I asked.“No a legal drug operation executive. The Sheriff promised to keep him safe till he can testify in court,. ”She laughed and stared at his lips. “No. Fashionista videos.”“What is that?”“I show off my wardrobe.” She kissed his cheek. “My thigh-highs and my pretty dresses and my cute rompers and my plaid skirts and my sexy tube tops.” She kissed his other cheek. “My last one got almost a hundred thousand views.”“No shit?”She kissed his nose. “No shit.”“Like a channel, huh?”“Yup.” She kissed his forehead. “Nymphet Fashion by Heather.”He laughed out loud. “Nymph who the what?”“Don’t make fun,” she said,. After dinner I told the group that I was still a little tired from the night before and was going to try and fall asleep early. I opened the Tome and was thumbing through different spells on pages, reading them to myself and the side effects. Some seemed quite useful and others didn’t. I didn’t get very far before I heard a familiar voice outside my tent ‘Wes…Wes? Are you there?’ It was Katie and I think she might’ve followed suit to go to bed early as well, although I could hear in her head. She smiled at Blondie, one of the regular girls, as they passed each other in the corridor but she just looked down at Polly as if she were something she had stepped on in the street. As she walked into her dressing room, everything that had happened the night before came crashing back, hitting her like a punch in the stomach. Luckily Amber was waiting for her, which meant that she didn’t have to be alone. “God you look like shit!” She said as Polly walked in. “Cheers!” Polly replied studying.