There are no do over's. My life is filled with good and bad times. I often wonder which outweigh the other.A little background; I had a good childhood... three sisters and two brothers. We fought a lot but that's what siblings do. High school was ok but nothing special for me. I changed schools a couple of times so never got involved in extracurricular activities.Even though I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life I started college and met a girl my freshman year. As luck would have it she. It. Was. Awesome.“Spread your legs,” I said, grinning as Lucy obediently did. She was wearing a pleated short skirt—she’d been wearing a lot of them around the house lately. Almost every time I looked at her, she’d be positioned to show off her braless tits, or bending over to show me her amazing ass.If she ever caught me looking directly at her, I knew the show would be over. I had gotten very good at checking her out from the corner of my eye.Even while she was under, I couldn’t risk looking. During this time, he got closer to Janet and she told him how they mixed the soil and what the put on the them to help then grow. After a few weeks, they invite Ian over for a smoke party. He accepted and that night as they were getting wasted he put a joint laced with strychnine on Gene’s ash tray. Janet was already out like a light and Gene was almost completely gone. Ian left and let Gene smoke his joint. Over the next 2 weeks Ian kept giving Gene laced joints and the fool kept smoking. As for how she smelled, I was too far away to figure that out in the crowded restaurant, and there were all sorts of food odors in the air. But if I could get close enough to check that out, well…we’ll see about getting close. It’s only the beginning of a three-day sales meeting. At a lull in the conversation I said in her direction, ‘Sorry, I didn’t get your name. Mine is Brad.’ ‘Katherine,’ she said. ‘Kate to my friends.’ ‘Pleased to meet you,’ I replied. ‘Welcome to the Big Apple.’ The.