He’d understand. Stumbling out of the bar, she caught a glimpse of the bartender looking back at her – a look in his eyes that momentarily sent he... cold. A word of encouragement from Ste quickly distracted her from the feeling, and then they were outside. It had started raining while she was inside the bar, and she hadn’t brought a coat. Bastard weatherman.?Don’t worry Carla, it’s not far.? Ste mumbled into her ear as he walked her over towards a poorly lit car park. The realisation that. It was about thigh deep on him and he turned to look up at her motioning for her to sit on the edge. Her legs down in the water she wrapped them around him to pull him close to her. He gave her a deep kiss and pressed his body completely against her. She could feel his throbbing desire against her. He pulled himself away and he raised one of her legs out of the water to caress it in his hands. Then he brought his face down to it so he could feel the damp skin against his. His hands worked up to. . No, we don't know if there are anymore of the terrorists inside the school ... No, we are not going to stay cool! Tom and I are going on a terrorist hunt. We would appreciate it if your people did not shoot at us because we don't have any guns. We are experts in stick fighting, and that is what we have used so far on the terrorists ... Yes, I will call back to 911 whenever we have anything else to report, but you had better get that stupid fucking bitch off the phone by the time I call back. A group of fourth years I only vaguely recognise are hanging around the urinals and the window, watching people make their way to classes in other buildings. They turn to stare at me as I come in, and I vanish into a stall, out of the way of their hard glares. Somehow by being naked I have interrupted their privacy, although I think perhaps it may have something to do with Jeremy. I'm not surprised he's told everyone, but deeply hurt. I barely even know him, but still. Christian's sudden.