"Silence once again struck the phone as Evans looked over the phone with curiousity and anger."Who the blazes is this and how did you get this number?...He questions out at the phone, switching it from speaker to normal. Holding it against his head as he waves off at the camera to switch back to commercial."Answer the question sir! This is a game after all! It's not your turn to ask the questions here, you can ask me one if I say truth, or dare me! " Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but. “So, these are the underwear. They get divided into different subsections,” Ari said.“Right,” Tommy said. He looked at all the underwear.“Try not to sniff it.”“You got jokes, do you? Ok. Ok. Cool,” Tommy said, chuckling. “What else y’all got?”“These are the bras. Remember what I said in the car?”“Yes, I did. They guard your ‘girls.’” Tommy said.“What I didn’t say about bras were… we need one as comfortable as possible. What can I say? Sometimes, well, most of the time, they pretty hurt,” Ari. Obviously she has to step up her game, so reluctantly she took off her jacket, and put down the straps of her tank top down past her arms, flashing the side of her breasts. It wasn't long until there were more boys paying attention, but most already had their whore for the night.It had been an hour and no boys has approached and Lily was getting tired. She got ready to head off when a group of boys stumbled out the pub, obviously more than too drunk. They spotted her and started heading. By evening I had got used to the banter and the fact that I was from now on going to be the butt of all my friends jokes. It's strange how you can get used to humiliation. We all went to a club after eating and it was there that I noticed all the guys taking an extra interest in Helen. I never got a dance with her but had to endure each of them taking her onto the dance floor and grinding themselves up against her. It was as if Helen was suddenly available to them, all because they had learnt.