" Good grief Melissa. He's not a leper. I'll try to let you know whenhe's coming over so you can hide." Carla thinks you're dating him." Carla should ...stop sniffing her nail polish. We're friends. Don't youhave anything else to do."Melissa smiled triumphantly before walking out of the room. She lovedannoying her sister. Any tiny victory was worth celebrating. She hadspent her entire life listening to how great Megan was. Maybe if Meganreally embarrassed herself with this freak Jamie, she. She did wonder what time Cal had started out driving the day before in order to arrive in Presque Isle at eight in the morning.“I told myself that I wasn’t going to wonder about anything,” she reminded herself. “That’s Cal’s business and no worry of mine.”The sign announcing that they were entering the town of Westfield made her realize that she’d been talking to herself longer than she’d been aware. As soon as she sat up to look at the town the car was leaving the tiny hamlet.“This trip is. Make it all go away somehow." She opened her eyes and appraised him with a steady glare. "Tell me what you want to know."The sergeant was not deterred. "Miss Butler, if I may, you were in Kuta during the evening of the terrorist attack, am I right?" Yes, sergeant, you must know that I have already given a statement to both the foreign office and representatives of God knows how many law enforcement agencies. What more could you possibly want to know?" According to our files, you did not return. .. -Hi. She said.-Hi, said Lynsey, giving a little wave. -What do you think Lynsey? I gestured at Jo's general wanton position.-Can I touch her? She asked.-You can do whatever you like, right Jo? Jo simply nodded and groaned as Lynsey ran a hand over her arse and down her stockinged thigh. I moved around to the other side and soon we were kneading a buttock each. -You want to spank her, Lyns? Lynsey looked at me, she did, but wasn't sure. -Look I said, slapping Jo's left cheek. Jo.