"No, I think there's more to it." she said, "Rose doesn't talk about it, and when a gossipy bitch like your sister doesn't want to talk about somethin..., it usually means its serious." I sighed again. "Well, we were kids, you know? We argued." I said, "All hormones and anger and puberty... we just stopped getting along. Now we're a bit older, more mature... I guess we're just over it." "Hm." she said, "That's sort of boring." I laughed. "Sorry about that." I said, "Next time I tell a story from. “Sorry to disturb you.”“No worries, I love that song.”“Me too.”“What else do you like?”“Green Day, and Nirvana and Pearl Jam of course.”“We have a lot in common.”“Do you like Vegas?”He shook his head.“Only checking email, no gambling.”“Where would you go if you could go anywhere?”“Where we’re going, Colorado, to the mountains. Pack a tent, sleeping bag, fishing pole and rifle. I could show you how to live off the land.”“Sounds like an adventure, but I’m on my way to college.”“Better use of. A young girl of about eighteen stepped out to greet me. “Hello, you must be Mr. Ballard,” She said in a foreign accent, holding out her hand. I felt like I’d been shot by a bolt of lightning. She was beautiful and sweet, with light green eyes, high cheekbones, and a pearly-white smile. Her blond curly hair was tied up in pigtails with violet colored fuzzy hairbands. She was wearing a skimpy cotton violet cut-off t-shirt that clung tightly to her boobs, and although she was wearing a bra, it. Will got bumped to full partner, and was dealing with more pressure from clients, AND resentment from other junior partners that felt that daddy’s boy got the big office. On-top of that, what looks he had were almost gone. He went from balding to bald, and from pudgy to just fat. He had an average, if not unimpressive 5-inch dick to start with, and the weight added gave him a frump. Zaya still looked like she did when they got married. But, now that she has graduated and had dealt with her.