My place was tiny, but with two grown men, it felt like the room had shrunk. They took up the entire space, and not one bit of me didn't like it. This was probably the safest I had felt since the photos had arrived. But while I appreciated them taking care of me after the horrifying ordeal at the nightclub, a huge part of me was worried that letting them stay would come back to bite me in the ass. I'd already established that my stalker was beyond insane, what with his gifts and all, so while he'd agreed it would be best to let them stay for a little bit, he could just as soon change his mind.5My eyelids lowered, and for each minute that went, the heavier they got. Exhaustion gripped me tightly, and all I wanted to do was sleep, even if my stomach was empty and aching."Hey, Bella, you can't sleep just yet," Callan whispered softly. "You need to eat something first. Gideon is finished soon, and afterwards, you can sleep as long as you want."I murmured something back, not quite sure what I said. My body complained that I wasn't lying down, but I figured Callan wouldn't allow me to do it until I'd eaten. He was bossy like that when he wanted to take care of me. The thought warmed my sleepy body.Tired of holding my head up, I leaned into Callan's shoulder instinctively. He rearranged us, so I laid underneath his arm, on his pec, instead. It felt good—too good. A sigh left me as he continued playing with my hair, stroking it softly. If he thought that would help me stay awake, he had another thing coming.3When I was with them like this, it felt like no time had passed since we were together. There was this kind of comfort they provided that never quite went away even with the strain between us. It was kind of like a true friendship, where it could go ages until the friends met again, but once they did, it was like they'd never been gone from each other.1"That feels nice," I admitted when Callan stopped playing with my hair, and instead began massaging my scalp. I'd taken an aspirin half an hour ago, but it hadn't kicked in yet; the massage gave me some relief from my headache.1"I'm glad, sweetheart. Just stay awake for a little while longer, okay?" Callan talked to me softly, and the affection in his voice squeezed my heart. I gave a sound of confirmation.These men...they were like a drug; it had been awful going without them, but when I was finally in their company? I was in blissful heaven.The scent of pesto filled the air, making my stomach hurt with how empty it was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten until I felt full, maybe the first time Gideon surprised me with breakfast, and that was over a week ago.

shook his head in confusion. "For someone who broke up with them because they broke your trust, you sure trust them a lot."18Well...he got me there. I hadn't really thought about the trust issue lately. I guessed I'd been distracted and not realized that maybe the trust between me and the guys weren't that broken after all; maybe it had just been bent, like a bond that was a little frayed at the edges, but still holding on. Because throughout the stalker situation, there had only been one place where I felt like I was safe and cared for, and it was with my men. You had to have trust to feel safe with someone, didn't you?1I didn't comment to his statement. Instead, I moved our conversation along, shifting the focus back on his and his boyfriend. It was a dirty trick. Kevin was too in love to not talk about his relationship when prompted, and it didn't seem he noticed the not-so subtle manipulation on my part.1It was nice to just be able to listen while he told me about the sweet things Thomas had done for him, like surprising him with a candlelit dinner after Kevin came home from work or taking him out on a trivia night when he'd been stressed—he didn't mention what he'd been stressed about, but from the look Kevin gave me, I gathered it was because of me. They'd both already given each other keys to their apartment, which some might think is too soon, but it wasn't like I could talk—I fell in love with three men during a few weeks' arrangement, it that wasn't soon, I didn't know what was.1When it had been time for Kevin to leave, he'd asked if we could hang out soon. My reply had been vague, and it brought me no joy to see his smile falter as he walked away without calling me out on it.1He'dnoticed the distance I was putting between us, and it seems he wasfinally...unfortunately...taking the hint. And it broke my heart in a differentkind of way than leaving the guys did.

Read this passage from Part 1 of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.“Then do let us go downstairs,” I said, “there are such pretty rooms there.”Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down cellar if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.It is as airy and comfortable a room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim.Which technique does the author use in this passage to express an implicit point of view?Group of answer choicesirony; The main character avoids making her husband “uncomfortable” by continuing to make herself uncomfortable.humor; The couple is disagreeing over what is obviously a small and silly thing.understatement; The rooms downstairs are not simply pretty, they are the best rooms in the house.sarcasm; The husband is being insincere when he calls his wife a “blessed little goose”.

What Should I Do?Mum: Hi Adrian, how are you doing over there in Johannesburg?Adrian: Hi Mum. OK, I guess. Something happened that freaked me out a bit.Mum: What was it?Adrian: I saw something out of my bedroom window at the hostel. Two suspicious characters were hanging around near a car.Mum: OK... So you think they were committing a crime?Adrian: Yes, it looked like they were trying to force the lock.Mum: Hmm... It may have been just vandalism, though.Adrian: Maybe. But that’s still an offence. The thing that worries me: I think they saw me looking at them. What if they’re violent? I feel a bit... well... threatened, to be honest.Mum: I guess you could report it to the police, if it makes you feel better.Adrian: Do you think the police will be able to do something about it?Mum: To be honest, I doubt it. A possible theft might not be enough reason to start an investigation. Even if the suspects did see you.Adrian: Thanks a lot, Mum! Now I feel even worse!Mum: Don’t, it’s totally unnecessary. I seriously doubt they’ll come back just to hurt an innocent onlooker. You’re not even sure they saw you! Relax.Adrian: OK, if you say so.Opdracht 2Lees voorRead What Should I Do?Find the words in the text that match the descriptions. Write them down next to the correct descriptions.a. giving the impression that something is not right – b. another word for ‘doing’ – c. something illegal – d. willing to hurt other people – e. a kind of study into how, what and why something happened – f. people who possibly did something illegal – g. when you have nothing to do with something that happened – h. someone who observes but does not take part when something happens – Feedback

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A female student experiences discomfort as some male peers exhibit persistent attention that exceeds normal social bounds. Her polite but firm responses assert her personal space, but this results in the male student harassing her in classes and in public. The girl then contacted her mentor about this. How would you have handled this situation