"Others chimed in with their plans after high school. I noted that most had college as their goal. Some wanted to make a career in the military. Other... wanted politics or teaching as a career. They were humans just like me with goals and dreams. They just didn't have the option of picking any school in the world.I thanked Boris and his parents for having me over. Before I left, I told Boris that I'd see him on Monday. Since I didn't want to call for a ride, I thought that I'd just walk home.. Now I don’t consider myself beautiful, hell don’t even consider myself pretty to be honest. Mildly cute at best. I’m five foot six in height and a little overweight. Depresses the heck out of me but nothing I can do, it’s a genetic problem and not due to bad eating habits. My friends tell me that just means there’s more of me to love and that guys prefer it when they have more than skin & bone to hold onto. Given that since I was sixteen, there’s only been about 3 guys willing to look at me for. "Darla," I whispered. "Yes John?" she inquired. "I think we really need to devote some time to studying."She smiled at that and considered me the practical one. I wasn't sure howcomfortable I felt in that role, but knew that I cared for this personvery much and didn't want to hurt her. We made our way to the study tableand spent the next hour and a half going over the material. "Well?" I asked. "Do you think we're going to survive this ordeal?" "If we don't, you have to promise to walk me to. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the last thing she remembered was a deep ruff laughter. Her eyes fluttering as she came hard on her fingers again. I thought you would have had enough for one night, whore. the deep voice bellowed. She moved to the edge of the mattress slowly on all fours, in agony after the fuck fest her body had endured over the past 24 hours. As she tried to stand she fell to her knees. That is when John appeared in front of her. Thats where you belong you little.