She recognised in him a man who was ill. Not physically, although that was rapidly becoming debatable, but certainly a man who was so eaten up with a ...eep inner rage he no longer had control over his reasoning.She smiled at her own rambling thoughts. Listen to me, I'll be talking to the walls next, then they'll probably have to come and take me away. Then her mood took a more serious turn. No not now, nothing could destroy my future now, nothing at all. It's funny, her uncontrolled thoughts. Come on." "Yeah, Carl," Tim said. "Don't hog all the pussy. We want some too." "Shit," Carl said. "Okay. You can have her. But I may want another turn." Carl was just talking and Susan knew it. Usually he would have been already hard and ready again. He must have gotten some pussy earlier. Susan wondered where and with whom? Was there some other girl in school fucking that she didn't know about? Susan doubted it.Then she remembered that the boys had mentioned Miss Thomas, but Susan discarded. To be honest, I was way too shy to speak to girls in those days, and even when many of our friends paired up with their first boyfriends or girlfriends I always seemed to be left out. Paula then got a Saturday job at the same supermarket as me, and we ended up working in the same area. There is only so much you can talk about cheese and yoghurt, and we slowly started to talk to each other. Looking back, we were painfully shy around each other to start with, and it was a good two months before I. And not just at Damien’s actions or Amos’s, for that matter.“I’m not a fan of half-measures, nor, I suspect, is Amos, am I right, man?” Damien turned to Amos.“Not in the least. I go for the jugular. You have to be ruthless in my branch of journalism,” Mr. Clark smiled in a predatory manner.“On a different note, Damien, how do you do it? Get women to be that happy about sharing you and being shared? I did things to keep Stanley from doing far worse to me, and I did plenty of things that weren’t.