That left the memory of Cal, which was more difficult. She swung her legs so her bare feet hit the floor and set out for the bathroom to get cleaned u... and start the day. She harrumphed when she remembered Cal turning down her very obvious and generous offer but her angry huff should have been packed with venom.She couldn’t get mad, or even hurt. Only a man like Cal Tucker would have been so naïve to turn down an invitation like she had presented to him. In turn, he’d given her a measure of. ''the name of my last summer crush, a friend of my sister so hot i would masturbate each night thinking of her''hi vicky , you are a pretty gurl make sure my car is looking good , ok girl''and i replied ''yes''getting on with my fate, telling myself it was good money, there was no harm in washing a car dress in bikiniall 4 letting the daddies go in the backyard getting some beers and peter arrived just afterhe pet on all our head before asking us to bend over his carit was crazyall 4 little. Yes, she knew mopeds weren't that 'cool' to most people, but they were to her so she treasured it.Rare as it was to these days, she even liked how she looked. Long blonde hair that draped down to her knees (perfect for hiding behind when she was so frustrated she just wanted to disappear), a rounded face, and a moderate height (taller than some of the other girls, but not most boys). A lot of people enjoyed large, round breasts more than the slimmer, smaller ones she had. Still, she preferred. Typhon was no place to make friends. There were gangs. 9666 didn’t partake in gangs. She had a real problem with authority which was one of the reasons she was here. 4583 was in a gang. A gang some called terrorists. He had a 7 pointed star on his left wrist with a heart in the middle. 9666 never asked how 4583 got here but what did it matter? ‘I could get you something for sleep,’ 4583 offered. ‘And owe 670 a favor or a night of disgusting sex? No thanks,’ 9666 shivered. Vespasians were.