But like the saying goes, strike when the iron is hot.It was Friday night, and about 1 in the morning. We had all been unusually tired, and had knocke...d off early. We had been playing some D&D in the room, with my friend Brian running. I had been playing my elf, the Wizard Trevelon.There was a knock on my door just as I was falling asleep. Uttering a few choice curse words, I donned my robe and proceeded to the door. I don't usually ask who's there, so I just opened the door. The sight was. Ten minutes pass, and the door chime goes off. I smile and look up; sure enough there you are with your friend. You scan the shop, and your eyes stop and rest on me. You look away, a bit too quickly. The two of you make your way up to the counter, passing whispers the whole way. You get a coffee and sit, not too close to me. You speak in hushed whispers. Your friend seems frustrated, she gets up. "Fine I will talk to him then," she says, and heads over to me. She plops down at one of the. It was much smaller than the rest of my clothes, and surely would not be what I would wear in public, as it made my breasts look larger than they were. Dad would say I looked like a slut. I took it off and put it away. I would decide tomorrow what to wear.The following afternoon, I got home from school and ran to my room. I wanted to go to Mr. Tanner’s house and continue our lessons, but did I have the nerve to wear the 2 year old t-shirt I’d tried on last night? I knew I couldn’t show up with. I awoke however in a drowsy gaze during the middle of the night. My hand was being held and as I looked up I saw the blurry figure of Zoe almost falling asleep. Her eyes were half closed and her head was hanging onto her right hand. As I moved around in my bed Zoe jumped up and pulled away from my hand, I tried to speak but I was still too intoxicated from my medication. She scurried for her things and placed her belongings in her bag trying to get away before I could catch her out. My eyes.