"Thanks, man. I really needed to - damn, listen to my voice." Tank's baritone growl was gone. He was now speaking in a squeaky soprano."Damn, you got ...ne of those 'fuck-me' voices; just like Sue Ann Halloran." Sue Ann was another cheerleader.Tank turned back to the mirror. He saw a fairly pretty blonde in a negligee and babydoll nightie. She looked pretty good to him, good enough that he forgot that it _was_ him. 'Too bad she's got not tits,' he thought. 'I do like a girl with big tits.'At that. She’d dealt with women like this at school and work too many times to count. It was not pleasant or easy, but she’d be respectful to the woman’s authority, show some humility, keep a positive attitude even in the face of the woman’s hostility, and she’d get through it, maybe even win the woman over.Cassie looked up at the woman, offered a small, meek smile. Getting the same cold, hard eyes and harsh, scowling face in return, Cassie felt her own face heat up, lowered her eyes, lost her smile. Yes, he was her angel after all. The music, the words, took her away, there was no way someone young could understand the depths of emotion Sarah McLachlan had written into this song. To understand it you had to have lived some, to have suffered some from bitter heartbreak and a failed marriage and from the way life always tries to knock you down every time you stand up. She had always loved this song, that’s why she had chosen it that other night, but after that first night it had become Samy.. We had become friends. Both guys were very friendly.Brenda was hot. A bit bubbly, but her curves made her very sexy…After a year of meeting at that bar, they held a party at their house.I went alone, since Ana was on a business trip away. It was spring time and people were all outside in their back yard; most of us were just talking, drinking and enjoying the warm evening. Brenda came over me and asked if I could go with her inside. She led me to the kitchen, swinging her round hips as I.