Guess who I’m asking to homecoming this year?’ Victor Moralles. Tall, darkly handsome in a way that veered a bit too close to pretty, but definite...y good looking. Cute enough to catch my interest, or at least he would have been if he hadn’t been one of the most stuck up, egotistical brats I’d met . The self-appointed king of the school. Or rather, its wannabe CEO, a position he claimed as his natural right. We were all fairly well off. You had to be, if you wanted to afford a good school ever. Hers are soft and full, he massages them with his own, even taking a moment to tease by lightly biting down on her bottom lip, until finally he feels her tentative lick, and he moans hungrily, fisting a hand in her hair and tightly gripping her hip with the other. He pushes his tongue into her soft, wet mouth and forces her tongue to dance and entwine with his, and she did not disappoint; kissing him back with an excitement and burning hunger of her own. Though he breaks away from the kiss and. Leroy, I thought you should know, Bugs Meany gets out of county on Monday." Already?" Pornacopia asked in surprise. "How is that possible? He's only been in about six months." I know it's not fair son," Chief Brown said, "but it was his first offence as an adult so the judge went easy on him, and when he turned eighteen his juvenile records were sealed so we couldn't use them to show his criminal inclinations." At least that means he can't be part of today's case since he's still in prison,". My dad will always ask, “Did you get in a fight, over it son?” It doesn’t matter what “it” is, he’ll always ask in a reproving voice, did you get in a fight, son?” Then in the same breath, he’ll ask, “Did you lose?” Dad doesn’t believe in violence. But he doesn’t believe in losing even more so. To my dad there are “us winners” and then there are “all those other people.” Anyway. We sat there and endured the stares. Then the ones who saw what happened between Feldman and me told about me laying.