But now I tend to think she said it because she thought I was rich.John Cerutti is a mean 53 year old man.He is kind of a honcho in a big company. Don...t ask me what he does, but he must make heaps. He owns a huge Victorian house with a two-acre yard and a swimming pool. He also owns a Mercedes Cayenne. But he never gave me a credit card.I was not allowed to work and make my own money. Not that I ever wanted to, but just to show you the kind of man he is. I always had to ask him when I wanted. I lay there until I had the strength to stand, then looked around the dirty garage. The dead girl lay on the floor with her arms beside her and her slender legs spread wide. Her face had turned a bright red and her eyes were wide open. Her lush breasts did their best to escape the bounds of her orange halter-top so I pulled it off over head and set them free. There was an old mattress in the corner so I carried her over and carefully laid her out on it.I ran my hands over her beautiful face and. " The valedictorian is always in AP," I countered, though I don't know how I managed not to stutter."Just the right kind of people, right? Are you shooting for it?"I was. Not intentionally, not at first. My Freshman year, I was freaked out about making good grades. I thought high school would be substantially harder than middle school, and acted to ensure I'd get the same straight A's as I did before. When I found out things weren't as hard—harder, but not as much as I anticipated—I decided to. I hope that hes good with his tongue, cos a little thing like that wont satisfy a beautiful girl like you. Roger said, looking me straight in the eye, smiling. Shrugging my shoulders, I asked, What do you mean? You know&hellip, and he wiggled his tongue. Oh, my God no! I gasped, and held my hand up to my face to hide my embarrassment. By now Roger was sitting next to me. You mean hes never tasted your nectar, and made you scream like a banshee? he quizzed me. I shook my head, as I gulped.