"No. I was so proud of you!" she blurted out. "All along, I wanted to show my support. I just... couldn't work up the courage." You didn't have to get...naked to support me, Becks. Just being accepting and not making jokes early on really helped me a lot." There was nothing to joke about, Markie. I like the way you look. I'm not doing it because I thought I had to, either. It... it made it feel like there was something separating us when you were naked and I wasn't. I didn't like that. Now, this. Once that happened, he might never get his chance. She would find some handsome boy to sweep her off her feet, and then she would forget all about her cousin.The day she brought home a boy she knew from school, Scott nearly flew into a rage. She introduced the boy as her friend Mike, who smiled and shook Scott's hand. Scott managed a friendly "nice to meet you," then headed back to his room to assault his pillow. How could she do such a thing? How could she bring home a boy, an ugly and skinny. "Chris guided me through the facility, showing me the club's various amenities: dance floor, pool table, DJ booth, pool, hot tub, private rooms, and a giant, round "group bed" in a semi-private room of its own. The place was huge, but not very lively."When do people usually show?" I asked, hoping this wasn't all there was to see."Oh, honey, we just barely opened. The party doesn't really start until twelve or one."I've always been an introvert and not very good at meeting new people, especially. I wasn’t a delinquent. No sir. I went to Brothers of Saint Michael, a Christian-themed private High School and I got good grades. Hell, I ended up valedictorian. I just didn’t put up with anyone’s crap. That’s why I’m the man! Stuart only looked intimidating. Too bad the folks at West Georgia Military Institute bought his act. West Georgia Military Institute was a private, four-year, coeducational military college. It was founded in 1977 by former U.S. Army General Samuel Branson. Since then,.