Somewhat tanned skin tone. 5’10” in height. Enough muscle that if I flexed my arm and poke it I would feel something there. Constantly shaved bear.... I was somewhere between ‘Your average Joe’ and ‘Not too shabby’ on the hotness scale, if I do say so myself. My only weak point was my gut, not that I was fat, I worked out that area often enough to make sure it didn’t reach that far. You see, I drank a lot and my belly insisted on showing it.I was just some guy that wanted to make a living in this. "A friend told us about this town," the brunette explained,"He said it would be a good place to get away and...figure things out,"she finished rather cryptically, which had me frowning suspiciously.Learn things? Exactly what did they expect to learn? This was a town ofone hundred people...well, one hundred and two now that this new familywas moving in...that had no higher learning facilities and was a prettyrustic environment despite the fact that the infrastructure wascompletely modernized. It. Sarah went to Mandy’s bedroom door and told Adrian we were on our way back to the dorm. He grunted. We left.On the way back to campus Sarah was talkative. “Hope you don’t think I’m a bad girl for liking to do that stuff?”“How could something that feels that good be bad?” I answered with a question.“You have been with a girl before, haven’t you?” she asked.“Yeah but we only did it a couple of times. We fumbled around at it but didn’t get a chance to get very good before she moved away,” I said.. He even helped me wash the car. When it was done, I offered him a beer and he accepted. We went into the house and as I got two cold beers from the refrigerator, Marissa walked in. “I thought I heard voices down here.”“Ah Marissa, il mio piccolo fiore,” said Tony bowing and taking her hand. He kissed it and she laughed. “You look lovely as always.” And she did. She was wearing tight jeans, a white blouse unbuttoned enough to give you an occasional peek at the top of a white bra, and open toed.