I think Ive figured out why. You see, guys try to figure out how to get a girl to like them. They go for weeks offering to pick up her pencil, always ...pening the door for her, flashing random smiles during class. But no boy pulls that stuff on me. What makes them think Im different? What makes them think Im up for absolutely anyone? Am I carrying a sign blazed across my chest that says get at me? Tears blur my vision. I try to sniff them back, but they just stream out, scorching their way down. That he wanted to try on and wear what he was handling. He turned bright pink dropped his hands over his jeans and the bulge that was ever growing and finally admitted he fantasised about the texture of womans lingerie, rubbing over his cock , balls and nipples. I had no other choice than to whisk him home and show him my thoughts on the matter-if he didn’t agree I would tell the shop security he was flashing at me in the ladies underwear department! Suffice to say he had NO CHOICE. En route. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils as she struts past me, hips swaying with every step. Her eyes dart to mine, just like every other day. My palms are sweaty as I once again avoid her gaze, and pretend as if I wasn't just gawking at her plump ass. There's something different about her today. She seems more defiant, more dangerous than usual. The tattoos on her arms and chest are amazing, only forcing my brain to imagine where the rest lead... She isn't my type. Dangerous, tattooed,. Why use an earpiece? Why not use speakers in the ceiling like before?As if it had heard me, the voice said "|| Thank you. You will receive all instruction through your earpiece from now on. You must wear it at all times. ||" What?" I asked, out loud, "forever?" But the computer wasn't listening, or it was listening but not responding."|| I will tell you exactly what to do and what to say. You must complete all your tasks quickly and without question. Do you understand? If you do, say 'Yes' ||".