“Yeah, well, we do great work,” Matt slipped a card from his case. He fucking loved showing that thing off, “You mind mentioning that to the cro...d sometime during your set?”“Sure buddy,” Said tie and jacket, “If I wasn’t fucking starving, I’d eat one of the turnovers on stage.”“You’re good man,” Matt grinned.“And thorough,” And they closed the door in our faces. I looked up to Matt.“Are we leaving?” I think he had planned to but some massive guy had exited the back door and Pinkie was coming. “Aw, I thought this was her underwear drawer. Oh well, at least I can grab a few of her tunes.” Bloo takes out a handful of her CD’s and rushes out of the room, leaving Mac. He’s about to yell for Bloo when he gazes downward to see something that catches his immediate attention in the drawer…a photograph of Frankie Au Natural.She’s lying on her bed, spread eagle, both hands near her inviting pussy. Mac looks deeper into her drawer and sees other photos of her in various positions, all of them. .. Just as I'm walking out of the class room, Michael casually walks up to me, his rucksack slung over his shoulder with the sun glistening of his hair through the open window. He looks as sexy as hell, I can feel my dick stiffening. Oh My God, what am I doing? He is straight. Straight, straight, straight. I just about manage to gather myself together, when he is standing right in front of me. ''Tyron, right?'' He asks smiling a bright smile. "Tyler," I correct him. ''We've been assigned. Larks was in the living room, watching her soaps, and who knew where Timothy was. Probably lying on his bed, getting some fresh air from the open window in his attic. Neither of them knew that he had snuck out of the house only moments ago, slipping out the window and almost falling to his death but catching himself just in time. He landed in a mud puddle, soaking his jeans up to the knee, and giving his sneaker a wet, muddy coating. The rain was frigidly cold, but it had broken the humidity,.