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LAUREL
I spent an uncomfortable dinner with a room full of men wearing just a shirt. It had been silly to think Ann's clothes would fit. I'd certainly try to alter them, but it was of no help at the moment. Somewhere along this journey I'd lost all control of my body. My body was literally dripping wetness! This had never happened before I met Mason and Brody. Surely this wasn't normal.
Conversation weaved around me as I had nothing to add, nor did I wish to focus any kind of attention on myself. I felt exposed enough with my legs bare. The group was congenial and seemed to be a family in their own right. Lighthearted humor and jovial stories went around as fast as the basket of bread or the pitcher of water. Only Andrew and Robert spoke like Americans, the rest with accents. McPherso
