J’s number) was probably the shortest, including the girls. Only 5’5”, I was a goddamn tank. 200 pounds, and all of it muscle. The team called m... “Das Boot”, “The Tank”. I had short blonde hair, only a little longer than Chris’s, and a thick goatee, like a real goat’s. I passed the blunt to Chris, as Samm leaned on my shoulder. We were on the folding chairs and one couch Cole kept in the garage, It was separate from the condo, so we could smoke without being obvious about it. Tyler was just. She will call in just a few minutes. Have a nice day sir." The lady on the other end hung up. Mike replaced the receiver and sat down to wait for his Mom to call. This was so damn strange. He wondered what was going on. "What's wrong babe?" Carol asked concerned that Mike looked so confused and worried. "Don't know. Got a receptionist or something, that said for safety Mom would call me back in a moment." Mike relayed the information he had. The phone rang and Mike grabbed the receiver.. When I told him that I was going to enter the contest, he just shook his head. "I've seen your writing, bro. You're gonna need some help."---Chris looked like he was about to defend himself, when he had an idea. "I know what you need. Some inspiration."An hour later we were standing outside of some sort of club. Chris shoved me inside, yelling over the noise, "No coming out until you've gotten some pussy!"I made my way to the bar. I knew I did my best when I was a little buzzed. I spent most of. She reached up with shaking hands and stopped. Surely if she tried to pick up the little statuette now, she would drop it and the angel would shatter on the hardwood floor. That last sign of disrespect, unintentional as it might be, would surely seal her fate. And she was afraid to touch the angel. Afraid that her hands, tainted with the memory of what she had just seen, would blacken it and mark Abigail as unclean. The room had a single window, which overlooked the grounds of the Academy..