She thought she had gotten away until the familiar sound of an American accent getting way over excited caught her attention.“Hey girl! Have you hea...rd the news, I can’t believe it! This is the greatest day of my life, apart from when I was crowned Homecoming Queen, or when I won the Cheerleading competition for the fourth consecutive time. I couldn’t have done this without you! You’re my best friend here and I want to celebrate with you. Lets go out for drinks tonight?”Rachel had to use every. She looked around at the easels and the faces alongside them. Not everyone was visible, partially obscured by their canvasses. That’s good! If only they would all hide behind them then they would not see her. Ah, she realised why the faces that were looking were wearing such confused expressions. She was not naked. She hesitated. Should she just stand up and take the robe off? Where would she put it? Across the back of the chair? Over the chair would be better for comfort. But then how should. This lecture material just wasn't clicking. I'd re-read the chapters a dozen times now, done all the exercises twice over, and still couldn't get it. It hadn't helped that thoughts of Mary-Jane and my not-so-ghostly sexual experiences kept creeping into my mind. I wondered what she looked like. I've had always had a thing for blondes. Not even in a super dirty way, I had just always found girls with blonde hair to be incredibly cute. Especially when it fell around their face, kind of messy.. Jennifer screamed, “No!” and sprang from the bed and launched herself at me, trying to wrest the phone from me. I did my best to hold her off with one arm while I waited for Josie to come to the phone. Jennifer began raining hard blows on my chest, shoulder, and arm, violently clawing for the phone between punches. She had a crazed look on her face and was screaming ‘No’ over and over again. Josie eventually came to the phone.“Josie, it’s Steve,” I said over Jennifer’s loud protests. “I know.