Maybe I could trade for a better grade? I wasn’t proud - a C would do quite nicely, thank you. So, I asked him to meet me after school one day to di...cuss my problems. Once the classroom door was closed, I took control and asked him what I could do to help him.Boy, was I surprised! I had figured it would be something complex, like world peace (pretty difficult), or something easy, like money (a simple stock tip). No, he wanted something somewhere in the middle. Mr. Jennings was a man of simple. ? This girl was practically a walking fantasy:? her blouse clung to the soft curves of her breasts, her skirt slid up her thighs with each step.? She smiled at me, and I just blankly stared, before recovering and taking a glance up and down her body and introducing myself.? As I spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the stiffness of her nipples through her top, and the glimpse of her cleavage peeking out the unbuttoned portion of the blouse.??Out of the darkness, I heard a noise beside me.? She was. A small bar was set up in the large hallway that connected the upstairs guest rooms. A larger bar was set up in the main floor parlor. A sign was placed in front of the largest bedroom reading, “Group Play Room.” A different sign, “Retro Room,” graced the door of another bedroom. The youngest of the four couples, Brent and Julia, set up several black lights, a strobe and a lava lamp in the room. Brent explained that all of these had been passed down to them from his dad, who had served as the. It was about 19.00hrs when we eventually got into the Apartment, it was clean and presentable, it had everything you need but for one thing, one bedroom and only one bed, and to make it even more testing, a double at that, “well s*s, I will take the bed and you can have the sofa” “ho no, it is my holiday, you have the sofa and I will have the bed” she said and I shook my head, “no, no” I joked, me bed you bed” “what” she asked, “well neither one of us can sleep on the sofa for a week, let’s.