I marched into Shapiro's classroom, stormed over to his desk where he was sitting, and slammed my paper down in front of him."What the hell is this?!"...I shrieked.Thinking he's all funny, he replies, "This is your paper."I roll my eyes and snap, "Yeah. I know, genius. What's with the C?" The thing is, Ms. Boyd," he starts, "is that your story lacks any trace of ambiance or character development."I exploded, "What?! That's a lie! Did you even read the damn thing?"He got up and started walking. But, god she was erotic, voluptuous, and plump.I know how to play this game. I know how to use her for my carnal pleasure. In our profession, sex is just casual. Sex is inevitable. I know that, she knows that. Everyone knows that. No matter how forward she is, I can’t simply ask her to have sex with me. I had to play nice.“How do you know Ravi?” I asked. Ravi is the producer for my movie.With a hint of hesitation, she said “I am related to him”.I got curious. When Ravi told me about Meera she. Bobby Lee didn’t hesitate. ‘I tore up mah knee in mah second yeah. Played tackle on dee-fense. Was plannin’ on playin’ pro, maybe up in Canada. Rita put a stop tuh it. She isn’t so big, but she’s tough.’ ‘Do you think you’d be happy living in California?’ ‘Ah think ah’d be happy if ah had a good job, a place tuh live, and had mah wife an’ boys with me. Rita said I should try hard to git this job. We looked Flex-Tek up on tha Intanet and we lacked what we saw. Mistuh Ruebens here showed me some. Um..." is all you mutter. John glides his fingers up along your shoulder and against your neck. His cool fingers tickle against your neck. "Don't worry" He says, "it can be our little secret". Curling his fingers around your neck, he lifts your chin and lowers down. Suddenly his lips are around yours. You thrust your hands against your chest to push him away, but the hard muscle forces you coil down against his shirt and grip a hold, tugging him in.You feel his hand drift down your shoulder,.