" Listen I don't need some smartass college dropout telling me what to do. I came here to vent my problems to you, that's what barmen are for isn't it... To listen to the problems of their customers?" Well sometimes maybe yes" the barman replied unsurely. "But you don't seem to have any real problems." Have you not been listening to a word I've said?" Reacted Lisa angrily, "This Fortune teller woman has fucked my head up, I can't think straight." How do you mean?" All I think about is this. They say I'm too wild and not focused. I'm 18! I'm not supposed to be focused, dammit. They held me back a year because so I wouldn't be too young ... I'm sick of their crap and sick of this stupid magazine sale."She composed herself. "I'm really glad I found these in my grandma's attic."She held out her hand to show me a gold brooch. Through the cotton of my mind, I figured that's what she stuck me with. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a small jewelry case. She opened it and. Everything feels perfect. The warm sunshine, the light breeze rustling the leaves around you, the soft chirping of the birds. You walk up the tree-lined drive with a big grin on your face. The imposing main building of St Bartholomew's Grammar school for boys looms ahead, and you recall the hundreds of times that you trudged up this drive, come rain or snow, ever miserable. Not today, though. Today's special. Today's the last time you'll ever have to make this journey.The last day of school is. “Wow, nice ass. Do you always go commando or is this something you did just for me?” Ann asked from the doorway.“Never go commando but figured it would be fewer clothes to take off tonight,” he said as he put his jeans on top of his tee shirt, and his shoes under the chair. When he was finished he turned around, giving Ann a good view of his semi-erection.Her friend Jasmine had bragged about how big and thick Will was but she thought Jasmine was just bragging and he was really just mediocre..