Gav was in his late 20's. He was 6'1, very close to a skinhead and a chav through and through. He wore a white baseball cap, white trackies, a navy po...o top and a loud neck chain around his neck. Gav looked scary. I found out since that he has done time. Anyhow over came Gav.'What the fock you doing in our seats'I stuttered 'Oh I....I'What the fock you doing here in our seats.I...IAre ya gonna fockin answer?I went bright red. I nervously fiddled with my glass. The rest of his mates were setting. • Writing in such a way that is simply stating what is happening, in a kind of historical manner. As this amount of information does not lend itself well with a story telling format.• Summarizing redundant information of previous days in detail though this is optional and won't always be employed.• Writing this in a First person-Third Person format (Again no thoughts) That follows many characters but jumps around to their perspectives so long as they are in the same space.• Multi-Perspective. She paused, her red hair shining, her arms crossed in front of her like she was hugging herself. Her legs and ass were perfectly formed, and if she didn't leave soon I was going to press my cock between those tight cheeks and scare the hell out of her."May I watch?” she asked without turning back.Her question shocked me, but not a certain part of my anatomy."Please, Rob, do it. Masturbate, jerk off, whatever you want to call it, just please let me watch?" she asked looking over her shoulder.I. " he stage-whispered. "Can I sit with Dad? Please?" Me too," added Nathan.Abby looked up, surprised that David was there after so long. "Sure," she whispered. "Behave."The boys scurried to join their father. Each hushed his brother, getting him to shape up. Nonetheless, by the time they neared their father they were quiet enough that David was surprised when Nathan touched his shoulder.A smile split David's face and he closed the prayer book, using a finger as a bookmark. Each boy gave his.