Friends could do that, right?I watched him type up some papers on lesson plans and schedule changes until he swiveled around in his chair to face me. ... always liked the way he dressed, it was so casual, yet flattering to his body. I liked when he wore his jeans and white t-shirt, it complimented his slightly tanned skin and his brown eyes.I never noticed how he smelled before. Did I have to smell every person I came across? I asked myself, but then realized he smelled particualarly good, almost. “Well,” he sighed, raising his eyebrows, “Unless you want to use the kitchen table as a stage, I’m thinking the living room is probably the best place to do this. If you like the dancing, or at the very least like the money enough to do it again, maybe I’ll have a pole or some baby oil ready for you the next time.” He said the last bit with a laugh, clearly meaning it as a joke. Pushing himself from the kitchen table, the legs of his chair grinding against the tiled floor, he headed to the. I tried to play a video game, but my mind wasn’t on it. I knew I’d fucked up for a whole passel of reasons. First off, I’d fucked my sister and whether she liked it or not it was still wrong. Then there was the whole foot-in-mouth thing. But most of all was that I felt bad because I realized I had only thought about myself after it happened and hadn’t given Jenn her due. I mean here was a girl who’d lost her virginity, which is one of the big three in a girl’s life. There’s that, and then. M. in the town of, Abbeville. In the middle of town, stands a huge white building with twirled pillars, and woodcraft that is pleasant to the eye. The bar was just a few short walks from the town's courthouse. Jean Leon was the owner of the establishment. He arrived in Abbeville just a few short months ago setting up his bar to make money, and found Abbeville very rewarding. He hired a few ladies that lived nearby, most were single. Work was hard for woman to find in Abbeville and Jean kept his.