I always prided myself on my wit, being able to out think most people. I tended to be an analyzer, always looking at things before I went through with...them to make sure I wouldn’t get screwed. My best feature, however, were my eyes. I had gotten quite a few compliments about them from girls then. I always took it as a kindness aspect. They were a shade of green, about the color of grass as its full potential. Even though I really never noticed it, a few girls would look just a little longer. .another arsehole well satisfied,lol.I reach out & wrap me fist round his knob,rubbing me thumb over his slimy,gummy bell-end to scoop us his gunk,"No worries,pal.Her loss,my gain,innit".His knob's swelling in me fist but I don't wanna get him going too much coz I want his hot piss so I crack open another can & hand it over.He doesn't refuse...just as I hoped...& guzzles most of it down in one,letting out a huge belch,nice one.I ask him to describe his lass knowing that by now his bladder is. He thought about it for a second, trying to visualize what was on the other side of the wall, when it hit him, it was the women’s shower room!!! A little guiltily, he dropped to his knees and peered into the small opening to see if he could make anything out! If he held his eye just at the right angle, he could see the lower part of adjoining room, but because these walls were cement block, he had about nine inches of brick to look through, which really limited what you could see!!! Not wanting. ”“Why did you have to flee? You’re just kids.”“President Foley,” I said. As if that explained it. It did.“Bill is in now,” said the Master Chief.“We know, he’s rescinded the warrants.”“Let me make another call,” he said.He did.“Master Chief Anderson, put me through to the Ambassador.”Ooo, the big guns. Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced.