Hi, Karina.” Actually, I last saw Karina a few years ago and I must say she has changed a lot since that time. Blue leggings tightly hugged her bott...m, a top with short sleeves and a large neckline exposed her breasts, which were no less than her mother's.“Hey,” Karina smiled. “Would you like something to drink?” asked aunt Rebecca.“No, thanks,” I answered a little harshly, “I don't have much time. Let's take a look at your laptop right away.” I actually wanted to get out of there as soon as. I’m about 5”2 or something and really skinny. That’s probably where my anger stems from to be honest, people always made fun of my height. Anyways, so I had detention. Big surprise...I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could get it in college. Apparently my college is big on good behaviour. I walked into the detention room five minutes late, great start. Mr Wilkinson threw me an irritated look but I just smirked at him. I took my usual seat at the front left and propped my feet. And then there was Brent… Mark had had a crush on Brent for as long as he could remember. They had known each other since middle school, when Brent moved into his neighborhood and attended the same school. From his impression, they couldn’t have been more opposite. Mark had a streak for academic achievement, while Brent was possibly more average than most, participating in private projects rather than spending time on schoolwork. While Mark was more of an antisocial, Brent got along well with. She exhilarated in a quick exposition as we walked to her car."That guy sure got an eyeful of something," I said at last, surveying her stockinged legs and putting my arm around her again."Ha! His eyes were too wide to fill," she said, and then, more softly, "but maybe I can fill yours." Better for you to say than me," I observed.She looked confused for a second, then giggled and punched me on the arm.We ate drive-thru sushi on the way to her place. I tried to steer the conversation away from.