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Recruiting fresh young meat

... would refrain from speaking whilst I see to my little bit of business." The door opened again and a young brunette, probably not much older than her Jane entered, dressed as your average teenager in jeans, check blouse and trainers. She was quickly followed by a woman nearer to her and Kalin's age, although neither Mrs. Travers nor Isabel wore their years as well as Kalin.

"Ah Wendy, Mrs. Travers, how sweet of you to join me." Kalin said with eyes for Wendy alone.

"The pleasure is all ours isn't it, Wendy." Mrs. Travers said sounding like any stage mother Isabel had ever met, and she had met more than she cared to remember.

"So, Wendy, Have you been enjoying yourself with all your little friends?" Kalin asked like a kindly aunt.

"Oh yes she has, Mrs. van de Sar. She loves coming to your parties and meeting the other girls." Mrs. Travers answered for her daughter who gave her a glance that Isabel couldn't quite read.

"Does one of the guests want to chat with Wendy?" Mrs. Travers asked, failing completely to eradicate the sound of desperation in her voice.

"Yes, Mrs. Albright wishes to converse for a little while, you don't mind do you, Wendy?" Kalin said.

"Of course she doesn't mind, that's why we are here after all, isn't it." Mrs. Travers once more spoke on behalf of her daughter and Isabel could even see this trait was begging to grate against Kalin.

"Why don't you pour Wendy a nice cold glass of lemonade, Susi, then you can see to her makeup and ...

... hair, Mrs. Albright doesn't want to chat to someone who hasn't made an effort with their appearance." Kalin said and before her sentence was finished Susi was filling one of the tumblers from the iced pitcher. As she replaced the jug Susi reached into a small pocket in her apron and removed a little brown vial. She removed the top and let five drops of the colorless contents drip into to the glass.

Even in her semi-inebriated state Isabel was horrified and was about to alert Mrs. Travers when she saw the look of anguish on the woman's face which was quickly accompanied by a shake of her head. Isabel still felt uneasy but went with the flow, it seemed so much easier to do that than make a fuss, and anyway the girls mom didn't seem to be concerned so...

Susi gave Wendy the glass and, after encouragement from her mom to drink it all up, she downed the sweet and sharp mixture in one long draught which made Isabel feel even thirstier, and before she knew what she was doing she had refilled her glass from the now rapidly emptying bottle.

Kalin took the glass from Wendy, and despite Isabel's concerns Wendy didn't fall in a heap on the floor, in fact she couldn't discern any change in the girl at all.

"Why don't you sit in the chair and let Susi do what Susi does best, Wendy." Kalin said before turning to Mrs. Travers. "And I think you should return to the others, don't you?"

"Oh yes, of course, Mrs. van de Sar. Now you be a good girl and do what Susi and Mrs. van de Sar ...