Joe could have said something about him being the cocksucker, but chose wisely to apologize and settle onto his ass beside his former best friend.“M... too,” Eddie accepted. “Pretty shitty thing to say.”“Yeah. You okay?”“No. You?”“No.”Eddie glared at Joe. Joe shrugged. Eddie laughed.They somehow got up on their own, and like two boxers, retreated to their corners. Joe’s happened to be right there with his ladies and Belle and Claire. Joe didn’t know where Eddie’s was. Probably some visiting. The eighteen year old senior at Saint Michael’s Academy was friendly to one and all, even the bullies that liked to give the weak ones or the new students a hard time just to show them who was boss.She was a pretty girl, a lot prettier than most with an hourglass figure that made the middle-aged male teachers drool and dream of violating the cardinal rule of never becoming overly friendly with a student under their control.Angela didn’t have any sisters or brothers and her father was so busy at. “I wasn’t complaining,” she said. “You can leave it there as long as it is doing something nice. Okay?”“Sure thing.” I went back to fondling her, but more gingerly now that I knew of the hidden muscularity that made her butt so firm, so deliciously tight. “So why are you telling me this? What’s your point?” Some questions had to be asked. A Gallic shrug. “Let’s see how things go, heh? Maybe you can figure it out. Maybe I’ll tell you. Maybe I’ll show you and then you will figure it out.” She. The few times I've tried to date, they leave as soon as possible, usually with a line about not feeling a "spark" even though I "seem very nice." Well, I'm sick of being the poster boy for "Nice guys finish last."Fortunately, my brain didn't fail me the way my looks did. I am almost always the smartest person in the room. And here is a little secret you may not know: most people are so afraid of being seen as stupid that they won't contradict you if you speak with any kind of authority. I.