. doing...” She lost her train of thought looking for Drew around the campsite; when she couldn’t find him, she turned back, stumbling, to Blake. ...��Anyway, fuck Drew. I’m your fucking girlfriend! You shouldn’t be letting Drew tell me that I’m being a bitch.”When she finished, Blake just shook his head and laughed. He didn’t look at anybody else: he didn’t care what Drew or Jordan or anyone there thought of him. He looked directly at her with his smile and his blue eyes and said, “Well, you are. I’m sweating slightly in the afternoon sun as I make my seventh trip out to my car. Just one stupid box left. Of course, it’s the biggest box and has managed to wedge itself in the very back of the trunk. I’m bent almost entirely in half, trying to yank it free when a voice finds my ears. “Having some trouble?” I give the box one final yank, then resign to straightening up. The good Samaritan standing in front of me was nothing at all like what I expected. He stood about 6’2”, blocking the. So, she liked pain, hmm? Perfect.Though she was a big woman, don't get the wrong idea about her body. She wasn't all flabby and doughy. She WAS overweight, along with being fairly tall. Due to her relative youth, she was still able to carry it better than older women her size. Her stomach hadn't yet descended to the point that it covered her sex when she stood naked. Though I couldn't see her ass cheeks from here, I had held them. They were large to be sure, but still had some firmness to them,. What the fuck am I gonna do, Paul? ... Christ, I don't think I can afford even a fleapit in this town." He slammed his glass down on the table."Listen Pete, why don't you come and stay with us for a while?" said Paul. "Just till you find a job and get back on your feet." Really?" said Peter. He'd been to Paul's extremely desirable apartment quite a few times and the idea of living there, even if only for a short while, was not unappealing.The apartment, however, was not the only thing in Paul.