At this point he practically had "victim" stenciled on his forehead, the way he walked, shying at every loud laugh, every sudden move, even when he wa... with me. I'd seen how the people who didn't know him assessed him in the hallways. If the wrong people got him out in the wild they'd make mincemeat of him, psychologically if not physically. I wouldn't even put it past them to deliberately hunt him down.I don't mean to give the impression the school is a hot-bed of violence, but face it, with. The rest of the party guests were all a good twenty or thirty years older than them.Steven’s and Laura’s moms were close, so they grew up seeing each other several times a year growing up. They got together a little less frequently since Laura started college four years ago, but the whole family still gathered at least a couple times a year. Although Steven was four years younger than Laura, they had always been close. About the time Laura started college, Steven had begun to notice how. “Amanda, it is! Here you go.” Chelsea directed as she handed Amanda the towel. Amanda rested a hand on his thigh, as she brought the drooping towel to him. Wasting no time, she wrapped her hand around him in the towel, and gently stroked him with it. Each cleansing stroke made James twitch, and the ladies took pleasure in this with a few snickers. It was almost like a gift to her; watching her man being played with by her friends. The control she had over him as he did his best to atone for his. "What's narcissistic mean?" Donna asked Ray"Vain," he responded and I didn't elaborate.Donna puffed out her chest and she grinned. "So is she fit as fuck?"I went red again, and sighed. "Well ... she's" 'Awesome?'" Donna enquired, smiling as she spoke."Well, yeah, OK. She's awesome," I told her, my cheeks still burning red.Ray raised an eyebrow at me. "Short skirt?"I thought back. Given it was a summer dress, it technically wasn't a skirt so I shook my head but Ray could see the look on my face.