Wir schrieben wieder ein paar mal hin und her bis wir eine gemeinsame Zeit gefunden hatten."Wie wärs morgen so um 15:00 bei dir ???dann kannst du mic... richtig durchficken ;)" Hey, ja das würde passen. Hab dann aber nur bis 17:30h zeit. Ansonsten gern auch früher. Wie du magst." Kein Thema bis 17:30 reicht.........meinst du du kannst gleitgel und kondome besorgen?? wär sau geil" Besorge ich morgen, gleitgel hab ich sogar zu hause ;)dann fang ich ma an aufzuräumen :)" ok geil freu mich auf morgen. .."Then a messenger appeared with a note and handed it to the teacher. He read it and looked up."Cynthia and Roger Denison. Mr Davis wants to speak to you."The two exchanged glances, nodded, and went to the door.Cynthia asked, "You think this is the enforcers?" Maybe not. This might be over the resistance movement."It turned out that Roger was correct. As soon as they entered Mr Davis' office, without even greeting them, he began questioning them."I see that both of you are still failing to. ”Looking into her gorgeous eyes he couldn’t believe how lucky he had been three years ago when he had first met her.Ryan McGinnis grew up in New Jersey. He was a good student, but quiet; a loner. Every summer during his high school years, he spent his vacation at his grandfather’s house in Phoenix, Arizona. His grandfather had married an heiress to a small fortune; when she died she split her estate between her husband, Ryan’s mother, and a trust that was set up for him. His grandfather was a. Almost involuntarily he gave a small smile in response, "I guess it does." So how has your day been?" I said, cringing inside at how mundane the question was."Well, I expect I have been doing much the same thing as the majority of people in the country today, enjoying the glorious sunshine" He said this in rather a dry way, as if he had disdain for such a simple response and resented being the same as everyone else in this way but I could see the glimmer beneath his dark lashes that told me his.