He went over to the bathroom and began knocking loudly on the door."Maria, come on, let's go. You've been in there long enough. You've got to be clean... by now."He waited, but she wasn't responding to him. The shower was still running, and she hadn't ever responded to his many knocks, or to his shouted instructions. After another two or three minutes of him calling out to her, but not getting any answer back, he reached down and tried the door handle He was surprised to find that the door hadn't. Chris asked if I fancied coming around for lunch. I agreed and around 30 minutes later I knocked at Chris's house.Whilst Chris put together a lunch of salad and sandwiches I sat at the kitchen table and made small talk about leaving school and starting college later that summer. All the time I could scarcely keep my eyes off of Chris's wonderful figure. From the creamy white skin of her shoulders to the way her full tits were barely contained by her small red bikini top to her slim yet. “I told you all about it – or don’t you read my emails?”“Oh, yes,” Katy said, remembering. “Seth’s a real bastard. What’s going to happen?”“I hope he gets life!” Susan growled angrily. “I hope they throw away the key!”“Me too,” agreed Katy. “You know Barbara Birket? He was seeing her just before you came back last time, and when she told him he’d knocked her up, he left. I found out about that later. He went straight back to you, but you’d already kicked him out when Barbara told me. Too late. So I came back and hid behind the door way of the living room and started listening to their conversation.The old fellows were literally barking at my mom. They were saying, “Dekho puttar, loan liye kafhi time ho gaya. Twada pati kehnda hai, loan saal bhar mein chukda kar danga. It’s more than a year and not even a single payment has been made.” Mom said,”Business abhi chalna shuru hua hai, payment ahande hi, twade paise pehle chukka denge.” But the old fellows were not willing to budge, as.