Not that it doesn't mean the school is peaceful, oh no, that would be too boring; there are always rotten eggs in the basket as my mom once said; we h...ve the rumor spreaders, royal bitches, queen bees, bullies, nerds, D&D role-players (they asked me once to participate, couldn't say no, specially with the lovely paladin in the team, although it is quite ironic since she is quite a goth, also one of my best friends), troublemakers, rebels, sluts, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, quite the world one. I have always had a special love for farm animals.I just love the whole idea of waking up in the mornings and head out to do the daily task of feeding and making sure all is well with the animals.I grew up having a reasonable amount of exposure to farm animals.I once had a dog named Tim.I also did some Agriculture with my grandad as well. I work only on weekdays and during the weekends I would spend a lot of time relaxing by either taking nature trips or just cooling out in my backyard.A few. "If I get the chance I will talk to her", he said. He didn't also add that if the opportunity did pop up he would also fuck her, for she was his type of woman, melons for tits and a bottom that his cock would gladly accommodate.Opportunities to follow up his cousins request were put on the back burner for after the ceremony when he manoeuvred himself around the guests before the reception had started he began to chat up a rather plain woman who by the amount of glasses she was consuming was a. No Indian had the skill or the technology to treat such a wound! Something had happened to cause him to lose his rifle, so he was armed only with his knife.I approached him and kicked sand in his face. He had drawn his knife and would have attacked me with it if I had not beaten him to the punch. I took the knife away from him while he was blinded by the sand. His broken leg made an excellent distraction when I kicked it, and he dropped the knife in the process of trying to escape my attack on.