Yeah I just end up dropping whatever I try to pick up and it takes so much effort to get so little food. Forks are so easy Ok here Ty, he said, moving...closer to me Hold the lower one tightly, like against your middle finger and the inside of your thumb. Then use your finger and thumb to move the top on and grab food. I held them in my hand but I still wasnt doing it right, so he took hold of my hand and put my fingers correctly around the chop sticks. Ok, I think Ive got it now, I said after. I sat next to Jilly and held her hand. “Now you’re comfortable, have you thought about what you might be doing?” He grinned at us. “Any guesses?”“Well,” I said slowly, “you said no one would get hurt. We weren’t going to defraud or steal, you also said there was no animals, drugs, or pain involved, and that we should all enjoy it. And then on Monday you said, or rather implied, that it wasn’t going to be a mucky job.” I glanced at Jilly, then over at the kids. Turning back to him I shook my. ”“WHAT?!?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?!?” Slowly Andrew nodded, still not making eye contact. “You’re not making this shit up, are you?” He shook his head. “I think you’re full of shit, Andrew!”“I’m not, coach. I promise. Here, I have proof!” he offered while pulling out his cell phone. “Over the weekend a bunch of us went over to her house and fucked her several times,” he said while scrolling through the recent photos.Lamar stared at the images of the beautiful young woman who he has admired since. It still felt a little cheap.The girls hanging around my friends and me weren't here because they enjoyed our company. They weren't here for our scintillating conversation. They weren't even here for my Big Ben reputation. They wanted money. And as I sat there, staring at the very attractive young women giving me quite delightful glimpses of their nubile bodies, I found myself wishing I was back in Berkeley: joking with the Tri-Delts, lounging around the house with my roommates, or even just at.