Roger helped Tad get chicks. Beefed up on steroids, Tad had been a defensive tackle until his knee went bum. He got fat and frustrated. His involvemen... in steroids continued as supplier to certain ex-teammates and the connection broadened to various other more illegal substances. Unlike the steroids which he stopped taking as well, Tad never indulged in his product. By college he had become a health nut, and except for the pussy Roger provided him from time to time, his uptight, mean. ." Not what you want it to be," he finished it for her."Uh, I have to run some off some materials in the teacher's lounge," she had said, grabbing the papers and walking past the smiling boy."Sure. What say I help you." Oh, that won't be..." she had started but for some inexplicable reason she had not finished that sentence. Instead her reply was, "Well, if you'd like."The two had proceeded to the lounge and Christine had begun separating the materials so they could be run off on the. But it was slippery, due to the accumulation of black ice, and she found she’d do better to walk slowly. This is going to take me forever. Fucking phone! She took her time, carefully considering each step as she inched further toward that old drive she recalled passing. Every once in a while, the wind would kick up, and she could feel her eyelashes freeze to her skin as her eyes watered, the droplets of moisture flying back into her eyes as the wind swiftly changed direction. Her face felt so. From the mouth of the cave, he saw Sara and his heart dropped. The tornado was enormous. It’s dark winds howled, hurling rocks and dust in every direction. With her protection barrier destroyed, Sara was lifted toward the top of the funnel, hanging suspended in mid-air as the thing drained her life from her. ‘Sara!’ he called out above the roar. Raising her head weakly in his direction, Cropper saw that her eyes had grown dark, almost lifeless. He started out of the mouth of the cave, but was.