"Bobby and Wanda looked at me a little strange, but followed me into the charter office. They had one of those big scales like you see in a Publix gro...ery store. I had Bobby go first and she only weighed 344 with clothes on. Wanda topped out at 141 and I came in at 182. That total with a hundred fifty pounds of fuel was going to be 817 pounds with a max weight load limit of 830 pounds.I looked at John and said, "Unless there's a fudge factor I don't know about this, we are too close to take a. Then I got a short staccato vibration that indicated I had a text message. I debated with myself, but finally decided to check it out. When I clicked the ‘read text’ button, however, a stream of words rushed through the phone view screen and then deleted themselves. Very odd. I left school after class. I wanted to go by the little hidden room, but I didn’t want to run into Julie just yet. Besides, my nipples were sensitive as heck for some reason and I didn’t want to be rubbing my boobs in. I got home at 4 after picking up a box of coffee for tonight. My phone got a text from my friend David, wanting to chill tonight for dinner. Sorry, Dave. I checked my email for that mail from Heather. Nothing, yet. I called my mom, telling her about my situation. “I’ll bring you dinner for the night. Bring out the trash later, though. How was the college meeting?”“It was nothing out of the usual. Nothing bad to report.”“Good. Good luck.”I hung up the phone, and got to work. I played some soft. Little did I know that my fate would soon be in the hands of a mental moron named Don. I met Don at a bar just off campus, he overheard me saying that I wanted 2 tickets to a concert that was coming up soon. “I have some tickets back at my place I will sell to you for just 10 dollars over face value – see I can’t go to the concert I lost my girlfriend” Don told me. So I followed him to his room and while waiting for him to get the tickets, I took him up on his offer for a drink. Little did I.