He grabbed my bag and made a run for it laughing. I was on my feet in seconds as he ran for the west gate. I heard Ms. Magante call out behind me as I...followed him. Whoever he was, I was just itching to pound him into the ground. Fuck the cold, I was hot with anger. He got almost to the gate, laughing his little punk head off and teasing me with the bag, when Harrison came around the corner with a teacher I didn't know and stopped him cold. I heard the first bell ring."I'm not late." I said to. Now I’ve always thought of Beau as kinda cute, just a well-mannered quiet k** who always got along with everyone. And the thought of him hugging me on the back of my Harley dressed in my leathers and a warm summer night had me hard as a rock! So we mounted up and off we went, he obviously saw by raging girl cock under my booty shorts but didn’t say anything. We cruised down the smooth gravel road and onto the highway and sped up. The moon was bright and lit the way back to town. I was so. "Larry felt a little relieved that this young man apparently didn't knowwho he really was. Before he could open his mouth to say anything to thestranger, Mark finally returned carrying a couple of glasses of fruitpunch. Larry frowned at the sight of the punch in Mark's hands. He hadvery hopefully been expecting something a little more potent than justsome lame little glass of fruit punch."Walter Anderson!" exclaimed Mark, as soon as he noticed the young manstanding beside Larry. "I certainly. The crush of bodies moving. The sounds of people talking and laughing. A bubble of space around me closed, and suddenly I was staring at a mountain of backs and shoulders. God, I hated being short. I pushed through, heading toward the bar, when I recognized what the song was: Rude, by Magic.I got near the back bar and I saw a stairway and ducked down and headed down the stairs, more to get away from the throng than anything.The music faded away completely and I found myself in a wide hallway..