Then you cover the math homework with your hand, hoping she doesn't notice that you're nowhere near done."You're always sorry," says Taylor as she tak...s a swig from her bottle of booze. She turns to the rest of the bus and shouts, "Hey girls! Do you think John is working hard enough?" No!" They shout in unison, then they laugh at you. This is standard behavior for them. When you became the cheer team's manager, it seemed like the perfect way to be constantly surrounded by gorgeous girls. It is,. Charlotte jumped up and fetched their dinners from the oven warmer and then returned with a bottle of white wine and four glasses. ‘Chelsea?’ ‘No thank you — don’t you remember I was near-drunk on that awful night.’ ‘Pour her half a glass Charlotte,’ Danny said. ‘I’ll drink it if you don’t Chelsea.’ Chelsea sat with downcast eyes, not protesting. Charlotte poured Danny a glass and topped up her and John’s glasses — obviously they’d gone through the first bottle. ‘Cheers,’ said John and the. To distract myself I turned on my TV, one of my all time favourite movies was on. "Sweet..." I thought as I put it on. I rolled my eyes as it turned out to be a sex scene. I knew I should change the channel or look away but I couldn't. I felt my juices dripping through my thong to my shorts. I watched the woman moan while the man rammed in and out of her. An idea came to my mind and I clicked off the TV. It was a sunny day, and my father was outside chilling in the pool. I quickly stripped off. These things I think up. It’s ... personal. My own little thing. Doing something like my masks for a set? It’s like I’d open that little world up.”“I get that,” Cheryl said. “Being impelled to be creative without anything except its accomplishment as a reward. I mean I write. I get published. But it’s definitely not to get rich,” she laughed. “Few artists get back what they put in, at least monetarily. Not that what I do is art. It’s a skill I guess, I happen to be good at. But that’s not why.