"One thing for sure, you didn't want to get caught with an open container so the empty would go out the window."Some Fridays, guys and girls got lucky... Some Saturday mornings they would wake up and hope they could get away without waking the 'luck giver'. ('A two at Ten, is a 10 at Two.' Someone you wouldn't be caught dead with at 10pm looks whole lot better at 2am. That is an unwritten Murphy's Law.)"All those beer bottles pitched out of car windows on Friday night are a teenagers Saturday. Now, none of us are pure of thought but most of us are pure of deed, and that’s because these moral walls restrain us, much to society’s benefit. Imagine the anarchy that would ensue if we all acted on our impulses. No one would be safe, and society as we know it would crumble. So these walls both shield us from the suggestion of others, as well as shield others from the Mr. Hyde’s that live in all of us.’ ‘I take it then that your elixir breaks down these so-called walls.’ ‘Correct again, Mr.. I was in College now, free to do what I wanted, and it was the first night of school after all. I decided to knock on their dorm room and ask them if they had received a flyer as well, even though I already knew the answer. I asked if I could join themt, since I didn't want to go alone, and they happily agreed. I didn't want to wear anything that would make me stand out, but I also didn't want to blend into the wallpaper. Deciding on some black jeans that hugged my curves, and a white crop top. This one was for you Dad.Steve was a tradie, he had mousey brown hair, muscular arms & a thick chest. he had rough large tradesman hands that i fantasised about one day exploring my timy body. From the groans coming from mums room he obviously had some other tools in his tool chest that worked quite well.I guess I had a school girl crush on him & would always smile cutely at him, blush, lick my lips suggestively, twirl my hair, whatever it took to get his attention & piss mum off.Steve was.