She fell in beside us and asked, "Did you hear what happened to Karl this morning?"We didn't understand the question. We all looked at her curiously. ...We know very well what happened to Karl this morning. He raped my sister and I kicked him in the nuts!Lisa chuckled and said, "They had to take him to the hospital. It seems a large gang of big kids jumped him on the way to school and they kicked the crap out of him. Or at least that's the story that's going around."We were silent for a long. Half an hour then? I’ll be here, standing to attention.” She giggled over her shoulder to him as she headed for the lift. Suddenly the day had grown brighter – for both of them. Exactly thirty minutes later she emerged from the lift wearing a black shift dress with a synched-in waist and a decently-low scooped neckline. Over her shoulder was an orange leather handbag, and on her feet were black Sloane suede court shoes. Gently chic, but still managing to look business-like. “At. Two windows are for the VP's. I have one window. I am on the way up.Look out, you all; here comes Irene, the pregnant slut in residence.I remember August. The torrid city. Long Island's lovely breeze. I remember Phil and Mary's house. The terrace, the pool. A little borrowed paradise.I love to remember lying topless under Eric's adoring eyes. Just lying there and checking out his eager gaze from behind my fashionable shades.What I'd also love to remember is how taut my body felt as I stretched. Kwan looked at me and the earnest expression on my face, and she seemed to soften. "Hold on. Lemme see if she'll talk to you. Wait here."I obediently remained on the porch and fidgeted for what felt like an hour as Mrs. Kwan went in to fetch Megan. Every now and again I could hear raised voices, but I couldn't make out any of the words. I desperately hoped Megan wasn't spelling out in greater detail exactly what my transgressions had been.At long last, I heard heavy thumping as Megan rapidly.