“Hey dude” she said “how’s it going?”Trying to pull off the pissed routine I replied “Bad now”“You can’t pull that on me Paul. I kno... you too well”“Damn it” I laughed.We started to walk to school and on the way there Brooke did most of the talking as usual. I didn’t mind because I enjoyed listening to her, and today was no different. We got to school and headed our separate ways to our lockers. Mine was near my first class so I just threw my coat and stuff into it and sauntered over to the door. I quickly sat up in bed, and unfortunately woke Sheila beside me.“What’s wrong, Jon?”“Sounds like a thunderstorm!”“Good! That’ll clear the air, and we could do with the rain.”“Yeah, but I’m worried about Vee.”“Why? Doesn’t she like thunder?”I explained how Vee’s brothers had shut her out of doors during a thunderstorm when she was a kid, and how frightened she had been the previous summer.“Oh god! In a caravan like this, it will be really loud!”“That’s what I was thinking. I wonder if she’d be. I leaned back against my car and unzipped my pants. The adrenalin was rushing throughout my entire body. I was on fire, and feeling lighter then air."Well, get to it." I said,"Wha, what here? Now? In the opened?" she said with a stammer,"Where else would we go? Your place? Mine?" I chuckled,"Fine..."With a sigh she came over knelt down and hesitated until I urged her onward. She brought her hand up from her side to my crouch and just held it above my crotch for a few seconds before putting her. Already he had seen the diversity, many different faces: brown, black, yellow, and white, some in perpetual motion, some waiting impatiently, like a busy Meccan intersection. Indians, Japanese, Africans, and Swedes roamed in distinct packs, waiting for loved ones by a barrier of shabby metal gates. He wondered how so much plurality could exist. These strangers acknowledged their mutual existence under one liberating system whereby packs of Swedes were near to the Africans clad in orange and.