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Bad Karma 9 - Reaping the Fruits Jasmine, or at least the person who was currently presenting themselves as Jasmine Goodridge, sat in her bedroom trying to sort her way through all the mess. The plans that she had were in disarray and now her partner in crime had even betrayed her. She was on her own, with both the loan sharks baying for her blood, her business failing and her husband trying to divorce her and throw her out of the house. On top of that she still hadn't found the crucial information that she had been seeking as part of all this elaborate plan and her list of allies was growing thin. To call it a mess would have been an understatement. She'd been given a boost yesterday upon learning that Jasper could help with the business. His expertise would be crucial in helping the fledgling business sort out all its mistakes, but the business would be dead in the water if her creditors came knocking at the door and took everything, or more likely took everything and broke her legs. She was under no illusions that the person that Jasmine had borrowed money from would quite happily do that. She had to raise money and fast. Jasmine opened up the jewellery box on the dresser and started to sort through the various pieces. She was no expert in evaluating these things, but she at least knew to look for proper gold and silver purity marks. The higher the purity of the metal, the more expensive the piece was likely to be. Quickly she sorted through the various rings, necklaces, earrings and other trinkets for anything that she thought would be valuable. Having done so, she changed her mind. Why should Jasmine have to pay for this with her own things? The plan would work just as well with something that hurt Marcus instead. She looked around his drawers in the bedroom and found a very expensive looking pair of cufflinks and a matching tie pin. By the gold markings on them, Jasmine guessed that Marcus hadn't bought them in some cheap knock-off shop. She carefully wrapped up the objects and slipped them into her handbag before getting her coat. Jasmine locked up the house and headed for her BMW. The others in the safe room, the fake Lauren in particular, could stew there for a while longer and think about what they'd done. She would still need Lauren to be around and as a result would need her co-conspirator back onside. That the real Jasmine and Lauren had seen Kylie underneath the Lauren suit might also work to their advantage in the long run since they wouldn't be able to trace this whole episode back to either Oscar or Dan. Lauren could potentially still get around her father and as a result she would now be crucial in trying to get the information about Oscar's sister's death from him. Perhaps she shouldn't have gone as far as locking the fake Lauren up, but she couldn't have him ruining the plan now at this critical stage. Once he had had time to cool down, she was sure that she would see things her way. After all, she was in this up to her neck too! ********* The trip to the local pawn shop was uneventful. She even managed to find a car parking spot next to the shop without any difficulty whatsoever and the grubby little shop was too small to be caught up in the Sunday trading legislation in the UK. It was not in the most upmarket end of town and Jasmine found herself looking up and down the street to make sure that there was no one unsavoury around before she got out of the car. As Oscar, he wouldn't have had any problems here, but Jasmine was not only a different class altogether but she was a woman and an attractive one at that. She was bound to attract attention and not the kind that she wanted at the moment. The shop was dark and untidy, with the owner of the shop busy at the counter examining something through a spyglass. Jasmine was unpleasantly surprised to see that it was someone's glass eye that was the subject of his study. When he didn't look up immediately at her entrance, she coughed politely. "Yes Miss," he said looking down his nose at her. "I need to raise a little fast cash for an emergency," she said, digging into her handbag for Marcus' cufflinks and tie pin. "I see," the man said in a most condescending tone. "You wish to release equity from your assets." Jasmine wondered if her other assets might be of help to her in this situation, but she had chosen a white blouse under her blue business suit that revealed nothing of their promise. Instead she decided that she needed to just rely on her wits and hopefully her charm to get through this. "Yes I guess so. Would you mind taking a look and let me know how much equity I can release in these?" she said with a smile. Women always look better when they smile. The man put down the glass eye in a rack and replied. "Alright, I'll take a look." As he studied the tie pin and cufflinks Jasmine witnessed the man's eyebrows raise in surprise. This Jasmine had no idea about the background of these items, but she was increasingly coming to the conclusion that they were indeed valuable. "So what do you think?" She asked as the silence between them was becoming more and more prolonged. The man screwed up his face a bit and then sucked his breath through his teeth. "Well, they're not as valuable as you'd think," the man said at last. Jasmine knew that he was lying, but she could hardly call him out as she didn't know where Marcus had bought them and for how much. "Oh really?" She decided to find out where this was leading before continuing. "Well, I'd say the lot are only worth about five grand and I could only release a maximum of 40% of that to you," The man told him. He was lying through his teeth, but he would be giving her ?2,000 there and then with no arguments. It was enough for today, but Jasmine wondered if perhaps she could get a bit more. She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, my husband will be disappointed. He was sure that they were worth more. Perhaps you could go up to 50% of their equity. After all, I'm a much respected figure in the town," She primped her flowing locks of blonde hair as though that would show exactly the class that she had. The man looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. "I'd be ever so grateful," she added doing her best sex kitten pose. The man's eyebrow went up at that. It never ceased to amaze her that men's brains would go soft at the prospect of a bit of titillation. She undid a few buttons on the top part of her blouse to reveal her creamy breasts enclosed in their lacy white prison. "I guess I could stretch to fifty, since you're a lady and all that." He produced a form and pen from under the counter. "Here, fill your details in on that and sign and date the bottom." She left her blouse open as she leaned forwards to fill in the form, giving the man a glimpse of her cleavage as she did so. It was a really cheap tactic, but she needed to maximise the money that she could get from Marcus' jewellery. Especially as she wasn't intending on ever trying to reclaim them. "Thank you very much Sir," she purred as he counted the money out that she would need to get over to the loan shark as soon as she could. It wasn't the full amount, but it would pay off the instalment that the thugs were demanding. *********** Dean Sanderson was in a quandary. He could hardly go to the police and tell them about Donald Trent and his perverted use of a bodysuit to con their target Marcus Goodridge. After all, he'd been involved in the whole scheme from the start when he thought that Donald was actually the lovely Meredith Earnshaw. Now he knew the truth though he was sick to the stomach. Dean had already thrown up several times, but there was now nothing left in his stomach. He'd made love to a man and although he'd believed that it was a woman at the time, the truth was hard to take. Why hadn't he detected that she was a fake? Was he secretly gay and his mind had switched off all the little signs that should have told him? She certainly had all the right body parts and had been wet for him like a real woman would be, but he now knew that even that had been faked. What disturbed him even more was the fact that whenever he thought of 'her' body it made him hard. Surely that was just a natural male reaction to what appeared to be a beautiful woman, one that he'd loved long ago. The next question that he couldn't answer yet was, where was the real Meredith? The problem was what to do about it. Going and telling Marcus was very risky. After all he'd been involved in the scam and Marcus was just as likely to tell the cops on him as he was to tell on Donald. Jasmine was another option, but would she really want him back after he'd betrayed her like that? Then a thought occurred to him. She hadn't known how Meredith had got a hold of the footage. Perhaps he could bluff it and feign innocence as to how Marcus had obtained the tape of them. Jasmine could then expose Meredith and he wouldn't be seen to be involved. But the question that he still needed to answer was, how did he know about Meredith? Dean decided that he needed to concoct a story if he was to sort through this. How did he find out about Meredith and her real identity? Had he spotted her with Marcus in the street and followed them? Then how did he know that she was really a man called Donald Trent? Dean decided to think these through before heading to the Goodridge residence. If anyone could and would help him, it would be Jasmine. ************ Kylie was not having a great time stuck in the safe room with Jasmine Goodridge and her daughter. For a start as the day wore on, the enclosed room with three people inside was starting to heat up. As it was Jasmine and Lauren were starting to sweat, but for Kylie who was covered in a layer or latex and silicone to give her the remarkable curves that she possessed and her beautiful smooth skin, it was unbearable. Underneath her clothes and her false body, her real body was sweating like a pig. It wasn't as though she could wipe the sweat off her outer skin either as the sweat was building up inside her. She realised that she really needed to get out soon, else her false skin would soon start to slip around on her body and give the game away that actually she was in a bodysuit. She'd spent the last couple of hours lying on her side pretending to be dozing so as to avoid any close scrutiny from the other ladies. However that was ended when Lauren poked her in the side. "Hey lady. We need to talk," she demanded of Kylie. She didn't turn to face the younger girl and merely said, "Go on." "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being clever and could get good grades," Lauren asked. Kylie sighed and turned carefully, so as not to loosen and of her disguise. "Yes I did. If you applied yourself you could do well. You've wasted so much time though over the years concentrating on your looks and bullying and beating down on others," she replied. "I suppose, but I just wanted to be popular .... and I was for a while," Lauren replied, chewing on her hair as she did so. "Popularity from these types of relationships is ephemeral Lauren," Kylie said gently. The school yard is a miasma of churning competition and emotions, but at the end of the day these will only last you years if you have been a good person at heart. Those others will just go off and follow someone else whose got more force of personality or prettier than you and live a hollow existence. Is that really what you want?" "I thought I did," Lauren said, still chewing her hair. "Hopefully now you know differently. I have set you on a new path now though, should you wish to take it." Lauren smiled, hoping her facial muscles would still move the mask, given that she'd glued it on. "I'm not sure I can. I said some pretty horrible things and done some really nasty stuff to the nerds over the years." Lauren looked down at her feet. "Don't think of them as nerds honey, think of them as friends with knowledge about technology," Kylie told her. "That's your first step to getting yourself in a better place. I think you'd be surprised that if you start to treat them better and apologise, they'll gradually accept you." What nerd wouldn't want a beautiful girlfriend like Lauren? "You really think so?" Lauren asked quietly. She was obviously trying to work through her demons. "I do and honey, in some ways I apologise for what I did to you, but I also see how this could be the best thing that's ever happened to you." Kylie had never had much sympathy for Lauren in the past after what she'd done, but Dan was now really getting into the female role. With that Lauren moved in to hug her and let the tears flow. "I'm sorry too," she sniffed. "I don't know what I did to you, but I know now that I was probably being a bitch." ********** The doorbell rang not long after Jasmine had returned home from paying off the mob and she instantly wondered who it was as she put her keys and handbag down. She didn't have any idea whether Jasmine had any scheduled meetings or was expecting anyone. Marcus wouldn't have rung the doorbell, so it was either a passing trader, an Amazon delivery or something else. It was the last of those options that worried her; she could bluff the other two. Carefully she looked through the spy hole in the door to see who it was. There was a man standing there wearing a tracksuit, but she had no idea who it was. She opened the door nonetheless. "Hello?" she answered tentatively. "Oh Jasmine, I'm glad your home and that wasn't your husband answering the door. That would have been really awkward," The man replied. It suddenly started to register on her brain that this was the tennis coach, Dean Sanderson with whom she was supposedly having an affair. Jasmine smiled, and internally Oscar decided that at last he might get a bit of fun after Jasmine's failure with her husband the night before. "Come in Dean," she told him still giving him the benefit of the warmth of her smile. He followed her inside somewhat apprehensively and she wondered secretly what he was nervous about. "I didn't think we had a lesson day? Would you like a drink?" she offered. "No we don't and yes I would, thank you Jasmine." He looked relieved as he followed her into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked inside. There was a bottle of white wine opened just within the door of the fridge with a plastic cork in the top. She showed him the bottle and he nodded. With the drinks poured and shared out they sat down on the sofa next to each other. "So, what can I do for you Dean? Have you heard, my husband has found out about us somehow? He had a tape of us. The sneaky bastard must have suspected somehow." Jasmine noted that Dean had relaxed even more. "Yes dearest Jasmine. I have been subpoenaed to appear in Court to testify in your divorce case. I'm afraid I'm not going to lie about our time together Jasmine. I want us to be together after you get shot of that bastard." "Oh I'd love that Dean. A man who is actually attentive to my needs," Jasmine replied, hoping that perhaps he would get down to that as soon as possible. "You do know though that we signed a prenuptial and if I cheat on him then I get nothing." "Oh I don't care about the money honey. I want you, not all these fancy trinkets," Dean told her. Jasmine mused that perhaps the real version of her had made a great choice here and she looked at him demurely with doe eyes and a come on flick of the eyelashes. "You're all I ever wanted Dean," she replied, hoping that she could get a taste of him. She put down her glass and moved in for the first kiss of many on the sofa. The kisses started to include tongues and Dean gently eased Jasmine back and slid his hand under her blue pencil business skirt to rub her through her black nylons and white lacy panties. If she'd have been a real woman she'd probably be getting her panties wet at this point, but Oscar knew that wasn't going to happen until he'd applied his special formula down there. This would require a trip to the bathroom and a rather unwanted interruption to proceedings. Unwanted it may have been but Jasmine realised that it was going to be necessary if she was going to get what she wanted without suspicion. "Just a minute darling," she told him, pushing him back off her. "I just need to go before we get serious." Jasmine noted that Dean looked a little disappointed, but he relented and let her go. On the way to the downstairs toilet, Jasmine plucked the vial out of her handbag and quickly headed inside locking the door behind her. She didn't have long to affect her deception and so she hitched up her blue pencil skirt and pulled down her tights and panties a short way before inserting the vial into her fake private parts and tipping the content within. She hid the vial back in the bathroom cabinet before pulling her panties and nylons back up. Then after smoothing down her skirt she flushed the loo and unlocked the door. Dean was standing by the window when she came back into the lounge, wine glass in hand. He downed the drink, put it down, smiled and walked over to her. "We better get you out of these hot things. I want to see what you are wearing underneath. I have a feeling I have lots of lace in the future," Dean told her as he put his arms around her waist and unzipped her skirt which promptly feel down above her heels. She smiled at the feel of her skirt around her ankles and reached down to his trousers and undid the fly and the button before giving them a gentle tug down. The couple proceeded to remove more of each other's clothing and Jasmine's blue suit jacket, her lovely white blouse were scattered all over the floor. Her lacy white bra had gone over the back of the sofa and was now hanging off the back of one of the dining room chairs. Now all Jasmine was left in was her tights, heels and lacy white panties. Dean held her close in a kiss only in his boxer shorts with her creamy breasts pressed against his hairy chest. "I still think you're a little overdressed. Perhaps I should help you with that?" Dean pulled down Jasmine's tights and panties, revealing her moist treasure beneath. Jasmine could tell that he was excited as his boxers were now somewhat less roomy than when she came out of the bathroom. The strain on the material was now obvious. "I think that there's something I need to attend to," Jasmine said stepping out of her heels and then awkwardly removing the tights and panties from her ankles. She kneeled down on the carpet and took down his boxer shorts and then took the monster that was inside into her mouth. Just as she did so, the front door opened and Marcus strode in, completely killing the moment. "I might have guessed that you'd be at it with your toy boy as soon as my back was turned. I guess that you can't really claim that you're not having an affair now that I find you with your mouth full of Tennis coach," Marcus told her. She couldn't exactly reply to that with a mouthful of Dean's cock. Instead Dean managed to reply for her. "Mr Goodridge she won't be your wife soon so why do you care?" Jasmine took Dean's member from her mouth as it started to soften and watched as her husband sneered back at them. "I don't, you can keep the gutter trash. However the pair of you are getting no money and as soon as the divorce is granted then locks on my home will be changed and she'll be homeless. I hope that you have a nice place to live because she has expensive tastes." "I don't care where I live as long as it's not with you Marcus. You always were a mean spirited bastard," Jasmine spat back at him. Everything Oscar had always felt about what the man had done to his sister came out in the vehemence of Jasmine's reply. "I'm the money that you married and now you will no longer be able to access that. I have instructed my accountant to freeze the joint account so you can't access it. Now I'm just going to get an overnight bag and I'll let you to your sordid goings on. I hope that Lauren doesn't come in and catch you at it. I don't want my Princess seeing what a whore her mother has become. Oh and on that subject I'll be applying for custody of Lauren." "You won't get it," Jasmine spat back at him. "You were never there for her!" "She never wanted for anything you bitch and she knows where the money comes from," Marcus replied smugly as he headed upstairs to get his things. Jasmine looked at Dean as her husband departed the room and then went to pick up her underwear. There was no way that they'd be doing anything else until Marcus left. Dean cleared his throat. "There's something that you need to know, but it'll have to wait until he goes." They dressed once again in silence as they waited for Marcus to pack his overnight bag and leave. Although they didn't say anything verbal to each other, they eyes and facial expression spoke volumes to each other. Eventually Marcus came charging back down the stairs with a heavy overnight bag. "I won't be back until next weekend. It might be better if you weren't here at weekends when I'm here until the case comes up in Court. You might want to think about starting to move your stuff out gradually," He smirked at her as he left them alone once again. Jasmine turned to Dean and although she would have liked to have resumed what they had started earlier, she was curious about what Dean had to tell her. "So go on then. What was it that you wanted to tell me?" she asked quizzically. "Ah well, did you know that Marcus is having an affair too?" he asked. "No," Jasmine answered suddenly more interested in what Dean had to say than what he had in his trousers. "Her name is Meredith Earnshaw, but there's something else that even he doesn't know about," Dean began. "Oh yes, go on ..." Jasmine prompted him, though she seemed less surprised now. "Meredith Earnshaw is really a man in a bodysuit that somehow turns him into her. I don't just mean a pair of fake breasts and a wig, I mean he looks completely like her," Dean told her. "Incredible! I'd never have thought such a thing were possible. How exactly do you know this?" Jasmine asked. "Oh, ah, well," Dean spluttered. "Well you see I knew Meredith from school and it had been a long time since I'd seen her, so when I was hoping to catch up with her and have a chat when I saw Marcus go up to her and kiss her. I followed them as they went back to the flat and curiosity got the better of me. I waited until Marcus left and then decided to go up to her flat to talk to her. Marcus had left the door ajar and so instead of knocking I pushed it open, only to see Meredith undressing." "You became a peeping tom?" Jasmine asked feigning shock. "Well not exactly. Not intentionally. She was already undressed, but she reached up under her hair and pulled her wig off that was fixed on with Velcro. I didn't know that Meredith wore a wig and when I hesitated for a bit, I saw her unzip some near invisible zip down her back, revealing a darker hairier person beneath. As I watched it transpired that it was a man in some kind of latex skin, complete with a latex vagina and a place to hide his penis." "I can hardly believe it. Are you sure?" Jasmine asked seemingly shocked. "Yes I'm sure and what's more I knew the man underneath her skin. It's a disgusting guy that used to be her boyfriend called Donald Trent. From what I heard, he's going to arrange for Marcus to have an accident a month after the wedding." "Much as I can't stand my slimy soon to be ex-husband, I don't think I really want that to happen to Lauren's father. However his infidelity is interesting and the surprise at the end is going to be delicious to behold. I wonder how long this has been going on?" Jasmine asked. "No doubt for some time, but I couldn't verify that," Dean replied. He seemed a little nervous to Jasmine who had instantly seen the various opportunities arising from this little revelation. She would however need to know a little more, but the light at the end of the tunnel was becoming clearer to her now. "Do you have any actual evidence of this infidelity that we could use?" She asked him. Dean shook his head in the negative. "Sorry, it was just a chance encounter," he responded. "Never mind. You wouldn't happen to be able to give me her address would you? I have some ideas forming that will pay both of them back," Jasmine said with a grin. Dean seemed more than eager to provide the details and wrote them down for her on a piece of paper. He almost seemed relieved as though he'd had a huge burden removed from his soul. "So, how about continuing what we started?" Dean asked suggestively. Jasmine however was deep in thought with a plan that not even the visceral excitement of a quick bit of sex with Dean couldn't compete with. "Oh not now, I have some things I need to do," she told him. Then when she noted the disappointment in his eyes she added raising her eyebrows suggestively. "Maybe come by tomorrow for a lesson." "Alright. I'll be round at noon," he agreed before saying his farewell. ********** The door of the safe room opened much to the surprise of all who were inside. The conversation had long died off and the occupants had spent a lot of the intervening time dozing in the provided beds. Watching the monitors in the house was entertaining for about five minutes, but soon it became boring, especially as the only other person in the house was out. Jasmine, the real one that is, stood up immediately and leapt to the door as soon as its opening registered in her brain. This was her chance to ensure that they could all escape and she meant to take it. She ran out of the door only to fail to see her duplicate on the other side. "You can all come out, but do so calmly." Her voice came from behind the wardrobe that had been pulled aside to let them out. It had to be a trick. She decided to find something heavy that she could use as a club and take the bitch out. The only thing remotely suitable she could find was a lamp in the shape of a seahorse that was beside the bed. It took her a few moments to unplug it. As she did so she heard footsteps and then her own voice continued its speech. "Don't do anything stupid, I have a proposition for you," her doppelganger told her. She was obviously trying some kind of trick on her and Jasmine raised the lamp to hit her duplicate with. "Please stop. I can help you!" she told Jasmine. She decided to ignore her and continued the swing only to be stopped by someone from behind. "You made me think about things and forgive my imposter mum. Give her the same chance to explain and if she can't then there's three against one here now," Lauren said from behind her. She was still tempted to do it anyway, but she relented eventually as she didn't want to commit such violence in front of Lauren. "Go on," she said in a low threatening voice. Her anger hadn't dissipated yet. "Ah yes, well," her doppelganger began nervous now. "Your husband is divorcing you because of your affair with your tennis coach and is going to leave you with nothing, but what if I had a way you could get rid of him and keep your share of the money?" "I'm listening." She was actually interested in what the fake her had to say, but she didn't want to give the game away. She'd been wracking her brain all night what she was going to do about her husband's threat of a divorce. She'd considered getting down on her knees and begging his forgiveness rather than being thrown out on her arse with no money. "I assume that your prenuptial agreement went both ways. If either of you were unfaithful then that clause would apply?" the fake Jasmine asked. "Well yes I guess so. Are you trying to tell me that Marcus has been unfaithful to me?" Jasmine asked. "Well yes I am. He's been unfaithful to us and it's been going on for some time I understand," the fake said. Jasmine bristled at her use of the word 'us', nether the less she still replied in a calm voice. "I see, and you have evidence of this do you?" she demanded to know. "If you did, then all bets would be off and I'd get half the money and probably get to keep the house." "That's good to know, but to answer your question, I don't have the evidence .... Yet. That's kind of why we need to work together. I'm not after your life Jasmine, I just need some information from your husband. Once I have that I'll be on my way and you can have your life back. I'll even leave you in a much better place than where you've been heading lately. Help me get the information and we'll all get what we want here." "Why shouldn't I just turn you both into the cops?" Jasmine told her. "Now that I know Marcus has been cheating on me, all I need to do is hire a private detective and he'll find out everything I need to know." "Oh he might find out that Marcus is now with another woman, but that would be after he's already found out you've been cheating on him. He'd have a valid defence of his future actions," the fake Jasmine pointed out. The real Jasmine realised that she actually had a point. "Okay, that kind of makes sense I suppose. However if you don't have evidence now of his infidelity then you'd be in the same position and you're useless to me." She hefted the lamp to show that she meant business. "Not true. My plan would get you the evidence that you want, get the information that I want and ensure that your cheating bastard of a husband gets his just desserts. Now do you agree to this detente?" The fake held out her hand and smiled. Jasmine wanted to knock her cheery block off, but what she was offering was a prize that she needed. "Alright," she found herself saying. "As long as Lauren and I get our lives back right now." "Yes, alright but the agreement needs to be in writing so I have some protection. I don't want you changing your mind later and turning Kylie and I in to the police. I'll need to go and change anyway." Jasmine put the lamp down and looked over the document that her duplicate presented to her. After several changes and discussions they all signed it at the bottom of the last page. Their course was now set, for better or for worse. ******** Whilst the two Jasmine's argued and discussed the agreement, Lauren and Kylie had little else to do but hang around and wait. Kylie was relieved to be out of the hot sweaty room and although there were still issues there, they would not be getting any worse. Indeed after the agreement was made, she intended to shower in private. In the meantime, she was curious however what the real Lauren intended now. "Will you go and see Colin soon?" she asked. "None of your business," Lauren replied tartly. She had retreated back into her shell now that she was out of the safe room Kylie guessed. "You really should, I was living your life for a while so I know that it's not a picnic," Kylie said gently to her. She'd asked Lauren what she was going to do in the future, but what was really worrying Kylie was what she was going to do in the future. The deal that the Jasmine's were signing would mean that she wasn't going to go to jail over all this, but what was the future for Dan? Not much really. He was still unemployed now with no job prospects because of Lauren's accusations, but Kylie couldn't raise the issue with her lest she work out who Kylie really was. Dan though certainly had no future as a teacher now. Was there something else he could do? He'd need to sort something out quickly though before he got thrown out of his flat. It seemed he was quite good at impersonating a woman, but then he really didn't have the artistic flare or the contacts to become a drag queen. She was daydreaming and she didn't see Lauren's flare of anger at her last remark. "You're telling me that I am some screwed up adolescent?" "No, no Lauren. I was just saying that you've made some bad choices over the years and that people have reacted badly to those," Kylie tried to diffuse the anger and fortunately after her little speech Lauren looked a little less indignant. "I still have to go back to school and deal with the alpha girls," Lauren said finally. "Yes you will, but you'll need to be strong against their bitchiness in a very assertive way. Don't rise to the bait Lauren, just be reasonable and show them how much a stronger person you're becoming," Kylie replied. "Am I becoming someone else? I thought I was still the same me, notwithstanding your little interference in my life," Lauren hit back. 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