I saw Scott at lunch and he asked," Jim still going to hang out afterschool?" Yeah, don't live far, away do you?" I asked."Just across the street," he...replied.I had 5th period English class and it was to get fun, poetry neverthought I would like it, but the teacher was good at making it fun. Iwrote this poem about friends in that class, hope you like it.FriendsFriends are great to have around, when the blues have got you downTalking to them can make you feel so good, cause that's the way. He already had four and was looking for two more. His brides had no job except please him. They cooked cleaned and let him use their bodies for any sexual thing he needed. He had a high sex drive and never could get satisfied. The brides he chose were slim, pretty, large tits, huge nipples, tight pussies, and round asses. They were virgins and he was the first to fuck them. They were never allowed to say no, no matter what time he wanted to fuck, day or night. They all wore thin short wrap. . well, why not put the subway token under his pillow when he went to bed? Couldn't hurt, could it? All right now, make a wish. Wish I may, wish I might, get lucky with this token tonight. Well, at least the damn thing rhymes. Should be good for a wet dream, at least.The dreams were strange. Beautiful women, half-naked and tantalizingly out of reach. Beckoning to him with lewd gestures, promising the most obscene pleasures if he'd only give them... the token. But, no, he had to hold on to it. He talked for a couple of minutes, then offered to take bets on my shooting ability. The target was about 65 feet from the stage, a pretty tough shot for most people. He got a few bets, probably more than we normally could have gotten without the liquor consumption. Anyway, I used my little .22 to keep from deafening everybody and proceeded to make every one of my shots. I was surprised to see that I had made $45 from the side bets.There was another intermission of 15 minutes, then Sally did.