Samson from the driver's seat. "You're getting too loud! If you're going to raise this much of a ruckus, then at least pass me one of those bottles!"T...e girls whoop at the top of their lungs and hand their coach a bottle. Ms. Samson is barely out of college and still thinks of herself as a cheerleader. She still looks like one too, with her long, blonde hair and her trim figure. She's only technically an authority figure. Since becoming the cheer team's manager you've fantasized about her. ' He picked up his bag and took out nearly a dozen books. 'They are unofficial biographies of Quick and Teef, and a couple on the history of the band. What I suggest is that Ben draws from them everything that might be useful, and writes the facts out in plain simple English in his own words. If he finds gaps we may have to research other sources, but there ought to be enough here to give us most of Rick Schwagger's life story. Since this is going to be an official autobiography, we could do. So when i went in and all the other employees left the job, i closed the gate for the job. Before i knew it, my fiancee and her co-worker went into the backroom and shut the door. i didnt mind not being in there because i knew i would make her co-worker feel uncomfortable. So i walked close enough to the door so i could her the details. I heard her co-worker moaning and i heard them kissing and sucking on each other's nipples (i knew because i heard the little "pop" noise when they stopped. I didn’t go to the town, where I intended to go, but walked on the opposite direction. As I expected, he was behind me. After five minutes walk I took a diversion and went in to the hilly terrain behind some bushes. He took some time, to avoid others observations, and arrived at my side.“Kya hai? (What is it?)” I questioned him annoyingly, “Kya chaahiye? (What do you want?)”He was off guarded. He blinked at me pathetically as a fool. I felt a bit sorry for my rudeness. “I don’t know. I have no.