"Hey," Carl said. "What's going on? We were just having a little fun. We were just seeing how far the little cunt could take a tool up her cunt." "You...bastard!" Jeff said.Carl came at him with the tire iron. Carl never would have done it if he'd been sober. Carl had fought Jeff before and knew how strong he was. But the beer was making Carl feel like he was stronger than the world.Jeff knocked the tire iron from his hand and starting beating him with the pistol. He clubbed Carl to the ground in. She’s tall and slim with light blonde hair and blue eyes. Her boyfriend Ryan, the football playing quarterback, had brown hair and grey eyes. He thought he was god’d gift to the world. I’m sure Clara would agree. My name is Ethan, the ultimate nobody who happens to have a 4.0 GPA. I was blessed with my brains and a kind personality and that’s about it. Ryan was muscular while I was scrawny. Ryan stood tall at 6’5 while I stand at about 5’7. Clara is a good girl behind the i’m better than you. Then as she walked by, I let her know we were ready any time she was. “C’mon, let’s do it,” Sheila replied. “I’ll set your tab by the register.” Sheila began our tour by telling us Bi-Standers number one rule: No means no. Then she added that if we have a problem with a patron, we should inform one of the staff members, and they will take care of it immediately. She also let us know that so far there have not been any issues. She continued by showing us the bar area, the dance floor, the DJ. By chance he had met a large buyer of entertainment substances in circumstances where Ernesto was able to be most helpful. A well-placed bullet had ensured that the man had escaped a police ambush and in gratitude, this new friend had placed a large order with Ernesto. It was, perhaps, just the tiniest bit remiss of Ernesto not to check on how that would affect the local balance of trade and power, but he reasoned that North African crime politics were none of his business.Six months later, the.