It all starts one day when I get a phone call from a man by the name of John.He calls me up asking me to come over and help him fix his boat. He says ...e will pay me five hundred if I can get it running before their trip to the lake this coming weekend. So I say, "Well why not? I can use the money."So I go get in my piece of crap S-10 and head to his place. He lives about two miles from town. As I'm driving just out of the city limits I get a text from John saying - we're gonna be working. At a slender 6'4",he had long arms and legs and giant hands and feet.I'de jacked a load thinking of him dropping his pants and offering me his giant cock for service.My grandmother was at my aunts home,for therapy and doctors appointments, I had her house all to myself. I was there painting,retiling and other stuff when he dropped by.I wore tight cotton shorts and T and let him in.I took a break, got us 2 beers and started a chat.I asked him who he was dating, nobody.2 more beers."So, what do. "Henderson, your first period class has been changed from English to Civics here with Ms. Foster. You'll be in Gym for third period." 'Gym'? That's really a bad idea."Sullivan grabbed my arm. "Do as you're told!"I shrugged his hand off. I suppressed my first reaction to break his arm and just exclaimed, "Ew! Get your hands off my dick, you filthy pervert!" There were enough kids around to cause a ruckus. Sullivan recoiled, throwing his hands up in front of his chest about shoulder high in an "I. As I did so, the person next to me moved as well. We bumped each other. ‘Sorry.’ We both said looking at each other. She smiled. It was number 4. She looked a bit different in her civvies. ‘You’re one of the girls from the grid aren’t you? Number 4?’ I said. ‘I am indeed.’ She said, still smiling. ‘You’ve been photographing me all day haven’t you?’ ‘Not exactly.’ I said a little shamefaced. ‘To start with I was trying to shoot round you, then I thought ‘what the hell’ and started shooting you.