She locked it then. Cassie casually sauntered into the room, surveying her computer screen, although not without glancing down at her body again. ‘...hatchoo doin’?’ She didn’t have to really ask, however. Reema was always typing up an assignment or reviewing her lecture notes from earlier in the day. Again, she was dressed in drab, colourless sweats. Still though, she did like how those wide hips filled out the computer chair. ‘Just reading up on the Lawrence article Professor Trevor was. “You know the area. Aren’t you afraid we’ll be seen?” “Having lunch?” she laughed. “No. It’ll be fine.” “So tell me,” Cheryl said, looking down at the table top after we’d placed our orders and received our drinks, “How do you know Lisa?” “Lisa,” I sighed in controlled exasperation. I’d known this was coming and I wasn’t looking forward to discussing it with Cheryl. For me, it had been a spiral into chaos, with emotions in turmoil, and an ending that was less than joyful. Cheryl looked at me. More

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