Besides, I'd really enjoy your company." Thanks, I'd like to, if it's not too much of an imposition." What, are you kidding? I always enjoy talking wi...h you. You're about the only person at work who has a brain. I really like you."Becka sat down and we started talking about how things were going at the office, at home, and how life was going in general. We were just getting the idea that we each had dissatisfactions about our homelives when the performers came out on stage and started getting. That idea of a flavor ghosted across my tongue, while Opal made a face as she bit down into one of the crackers.“That bad?” I asked.“I mean, maybe my taste buds have been sandblasted from a childhood of vindaloo...” she said, shaking her head slightly. “But to me, this tastes like cracker flavored with cucumber.”“Man, fuck cucumbers,” Tycho said, angrily.“Did cucumbers kill your family?” I asked.“No, they just take three times the water of most plants and they taste like fucking nothing.. She and I started hauling the stuff into the walk-in cooler, took the frozen items into the next chamber and set them on the floor, to be put in place when we had our other tasks done. Everything was now in the right rooms, just had to do the reorganizing and such. After a short break in the warm morning sun we went back inside to continue the task at hand, and would spend the next couple hours in the chill of the 38 degree cooler. All was going smoothly, we worked well as a team, moving things. So for the next couple week I sat there with the rest of my football friends. I was the only linemen in the class so I had to deal with the big heads and constant sex stories. I was a husky guy so not to many girls were going after me. One day the we got a bit rowdy in the back of the class. I was the loudest of all. We were yelling and tossing the football around the we herd a shrill voice say, "Enough!". The shrill voice was that of Mrs. Roach. "Tucker can I see you during lunch?" "OK", I.