He always says 'presentation', not speech or talk. There were probably some numbers and graphs and things. Mom can make anything interesting.Sheila:I ...id not know what had happened in the night, but my vigil had born fruit. I simply hoped it was not poisonous. I guessed it was like Sean's "I know what to do, but not how to explain it" moments. Whatever. I had gained a serenity that I had envied in Christine. She has no decisions to make. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the. He let me play with them a bit on Photoshop to get the levels right before he emailed them to one of the sites.It was a couple of days before the site emailed back asking for a set of photos and offering a couple of hundred quid via paypal. Dad and I agreed that we'd buy a new camera (I agreed after Dad conceded that it would be my camera) and use the money we get from the site to pay that off before I started to get any.Dad set up the lights and stuff in my room while I changed into my school. She was acting like the perfect slut; it was beyond my wildest fantasies.Another man approached her. He was quite tall and built like a stud. The song on the juke box had just changed to a slow song. He said something to her, and they got up together and headed for the dance floor. Her sexy 5’2″ frame was dwarfed by him. It was clear that he was taller than six feet.They began to dance together, with his hands resting inappropriately low on her hips. I was still hard as a rock. The lights were. 5'4'', small frame, not quite skinny, Dark brown, straight hair,and fair skin. He continued "My guess is you are not a weight trainer, but your are welcome to use any of the equipment you like. As far as I am concerned, job is yours if you want it."I smiled all of a sudden an said "Yes, I will take it!" so quickly that I got embarrassed when he laughed. "Come on, I will show you around and get you some paperwork to fill out". He showed me the equipment. He peeked into the men's locker, then.