Dear Mr. Walker (not just very old, but ancient) (Sam), ‘weakly kicked soccer ball’??????? ‘feeble soccer kick’??????? ‘blonde’ REALLY????... ‘blonde’ SERIOUSLY?????? But thank you for your kind words about how ‘hot’ I looked. (Yes, I am smirking, but it is nice to know that your eyes are still working.) The only thing that is saving you now is that, because of your insipid e-mail, if I don’t leave now I will be late for a class, and I HATE being late for anything. But after I get out of the. My heart was thudding out of my chest as I slinked around the racks of mugs and overpriced glassware. Part of me was hoping you were working, but part of me knew it would be safer if you weren't. I spotted the shirt I wanted. I would just grab it and go. But as I reached the rack and was searching for the right colour, I felt it. Eyes boring into my back. I turned slowly to look over my shoulder, sure I was just being paranoid. I should have known. There you were, standing in the corner by the. Bibi told me she thought that they’d be back around about 6pm so I agreed to help her when they arrived.I went upstairs, but rather than going to my room, I went back to Ron’s room and switched on his laptop. I immediately opened up the folders I hadn’t seen earlier, was pleased when they were MOV files. The first I opened had Ron and about four other old blokes sitting at a table. Bibi was serving drinks, her shirt was open and tits out, she had cum on her face which was dripping down onto her. Sometime after 02.00 she rolled home, completely smashed. She started rolling a spliff, got a beer that she really didn’t need and got amongst the remains of our earlier take away. We talked a bit more, I’m finding less annoying. I don’t know if it’s because I was half pissed or if she’s less irritating when she’s had a few beers and a joint, but either way we seemed to get on better.Eventually, she fell asleep, or passed out. My mate decided that enough is enough, woke her up enough to get her.