He shuffled his way to his right, facing Karen, Brenda, Cathy, and Diane. Each one couldn’t help but look at his crotch, looking straight at them. E...ch one gave Scott a courtesy smile looking up at him.Scott had a birdseye view down each woman’s top at their nice-looking breasts. He wondered why each one was wearing such a low top and short skirt or dress to a hockey game. Vicky smiled at him, folding the seat down for him as the second period began.“Hi, I’m Vicky Munroe,” she smiled, offering. Even starting with a hundred women, our scale savings would only be slight. At twenty five, they would be non-existent.This wasn't what I had wanted, or expected, to hear from her. She should have been more willing to fight for her original idea. She'd already put in enough work to be able to justify why she needed to start out with a big enough sales force to make an immediate and significant sales impact. If she were to be given this sales division to run, she would need to produce large. I quietly enter the already open door to find the room in almost complete darkness, and close it softly behind me. I can see the outline of a bed and make my way silently to it. I strip bare, then slide into bed, not a word is spoken. I reach out to feel her warmth and feel instant relief. She is waiting for me, completely naked between the sheets as we had agreed and there is a faint scent of apples. She rolls over to face me, though I can only see her outline in the darkness. We embrace for a. This kid is Dennis Tominsky. He's staring at the tiles of the shower after masturbating, having watched his favorite collegetrainwrecks.com video for the umpteenth time. He's concentrating hard on what looks like nothing, but we can all see that it's in his head.He's a plotter, Dennis; a mental gamesman. He looks like if he engaged you in conversation, you'd have no choice but to pay close attention to whatever he says. He looks like if he shouted at you, no matter what he shouted, it would.