Jared 'defended' his best friend to the girl, "But he still likes to make girls look good."Frustrated, Taylor-N sought a way to win the argument, "Not...ing that can be censored?! I'm naked here!"[Necks lifted and craned to get a peek at what was on the page.]Tired, the teacher merely looked at Jayson to provide him an answer. Jayson did, "All artists start from the inside and work their way out."Jared added, "An artist is like a microwave."Rather insincerely Jayson said, "You can't put clothes. “Yes, I know you joking I just wanted to know what your reaction would be,” I replied.“OK, Are you sure you're OK? I know what it's like to have someone come in when you're in that position,” Jim said. “Really, oh yeah I busted you once didn't I,” I asked. “Yes but that was after I came. About 3 months ago mom caught me in my room. I think she might have even watched, I could have sworn I heard someone out there, but then she came in with some clothes I had put in the dryer earlier that day,”. Have fun. Check the freezer."No signature was needed.My name is actually Bill Smith. The Indians in Minneapolis had dubbed me Cody after my home town as well as Buffalo Bill himself. I figured anything's more interesting than my real name.I checked the freezer finding three chilled champagne flutes. I'm sure Rosa had enough champagne in her life to miss this bottle. It was a nice one though. French. The real thing."Thanks Jim, you shithead," I said to myself as I returned to the bedroom. It was. I stayed there sitting on the coach, sipping a glass of my favorite scotch… After forty minutes, my phone chirped to life. I snatched the phone up. And there it was. Just a single photo. The image was a close up of a woman in red dress sitting on a sofa, her legs open, short skirt pulled up slightly to reveal her shaved mound… I recognized Ana`s red dress. In front of her there was a black huge hand making the “thumb up” signal… I felt my dick was going to explode, watching that picture of Ana,.