Tall, with a powerful build, he wore a fitted black t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and boots. She jumped when he tapped on her window. ‘Do you need some...help, lady?’ he asked in a gruff voice as he removed his helmet. OK. He is not too bad, she reassured herself. After all, rapists don’t call you ‘lady,’ do they? ‘I’ve run out of petrol,’ she replied, still through the glass. ‘And I’m gong to be late for my first day on a new job.’ Then, when he smiled—Cindy melted. He had short, thick, salt and. .. Alvie?" I spoke up with some hesitation. "I know I don't belong here, but now that I am, could I look around if I stay out of the way? I won't be any trouble and I'm really curious about all this."He focused on me for the first time. "Why? Who do you work for? Who sent you to check up on me? Are you from Marty? Jesus fuck that guy is a douche. Tell him I'm not giving up any points in this one, I already made that clear."So he was the producer too. Low budget for sure. Maybe even the camera. "Kelsey, climb down from there! You're making a spectacle of yourself!" I said.Kelsey was hanging from a light fixture, panting heavily while staring down with murderously loving eyes at Amanda.Dangling that way, she looked like a really sexy spider monkey ... with a bleeding ass.While teasingly waving the can of Bactine around, Amanda blew her a kiss.Anyway, we were in second-period American History class, and the Redbull vodka I'd shotgunned after first-period had just kicked in. Swear to. Dan wordt het stil. Severa is kennelijk ook in bed gekropen.Maar dan gaat onverwachts de deur van mijn slaapkamer open en het lichtaan. Het is Severa. Ze draagt het finaal lichtroze, doorzichtigen?glig? en een paar schoentjes met hoge naaldhakken. Verder niets.'Slaap je al, Syl.''Eh... nee Severa.''Wil je mij even helpen. Ik had Erna beloofd haar bed te verschonen,maar ik vind dat zo'n klus alleen. Als hij wil helpen, graag.''Ja natuurlijk. Ik kom.'Ik wacht even tot zij misschien de kamer.