He was a big guy , stood around 6ft 3in tall. He was heavy set,had a small gut and man boobs, not in too great a shape, with a box haircut. The one t...at stood out was he seemed very clumsy, or awkward. Walking from the gate to the his friends he must have ran into everything and everyone in his way. The other boys called him calling him Cameron. As soon as he got over to the boys they pushed his big butt in the pool and then laughing hysterically. All the rest of the morning they picked on him. Alright I’ll make sure I get them back to you. Have a good night,” I tell her and go back to my office, slouching in exhaustion. I really don’t want to do this but my inner drive yells at me to do it. Being the head of surgery one day will definitely be worth it the grunt work. It crosses my mind that I should probably text Kristen and tell her I’ll be late but before that thought leaves my mind, I feel my phone vibrate and sure enough it was her. Hey, honey are you on your way home? I miss. He’d got pretty chilled, he was hurt, and chicken soup is supposed to be the panacea for sick people.Since then I’ve just been sitting here watching him. Waiting. Like waiting for the jury to come back. The way I did—I realize that this is the first time I’ve thought about that for an hour or more. It’s the ­longest I’ve gone without those thoughts since I got here. But before I can get seriously back to my funk he starts to move, and now maybe we’ll see.He moves a little and tries to sit up,. “Shaved your legs?” she asked. “Yes!” I replied.“Shaved your pussy?” she questioned. I looked at her. I had trimmed my pussy because it looked nice and Neville enjoyed it but I had not considered shaving it. “No, do you think I should?”“Men love smooth pussy! Trust me, I know these things!” she announced then continued, “C'mon, into the bathroom I'll show you how to do it.” As she shaved me she told me how to get the best finish then right out of the blue she asked, “Do you spit or swallow?” I.