I mean they were not the ones I had always dream of, they were a bit saggy which was not expected of a young 18-19 yrs. Old girl. In short she was not...very pretty but was quite presentable. Above all the best thing she had was dressing sense and the tricks and body language all nice girls have. This thing made me attracted towards her. She was constantly looking at me as I was quite a site that day, fit into my silk Kurta. Also there was no other girl beside my cousin sisters whom I always. “In fact, I’m kind of amazed they’re still here right now.”She went to the room door and opened it. A black man in a U.S. Marsahal windbreaker was standing outside it. He had an earwig in his ear with a wire running down his lapel.“Excuse me,” she said. “Why haven’t you guys gone home, yet? The trial is over.”“We were told to stay with you, Ma’am,” said the man.“Why?”“That’s above my pay grade, Ma’am,” he said.“I’m going to get ready to go to my office. Maybe I can find out there what’s going. I'd go back to school on Wednesday as normal. The principal was alreadyaware that I was not coming back the following day and until I showed upI could not be officially disciplined by the school lest my lawyer goafter them. Simply put, I had a valid reason for leaving school and heknew it. Uncle would be on him about what happened and would force theprincipal to address the problems with me directly.The principal wasn't a fool. He had to appear to be tough on me but heknew he didn't have a leg. She loved to be the center of attention. And she usually was the center of attention as we typically hung out with a group of my friends. There were 6-7 guys who were always around. Most would have a girlfriend for a month or two, but for the most part, we all hung out together, with Cindy being the sole female. We took advantage of that all we could. One of my friends in particular, David, was known to be sort of a horndog himself. He was always the guy who had a stack of Playboys and even.