Wait...we? I tilted my head back and found a guy about my age maybe a bit older sat at the back. I’ve seen him around; he’s just as poorly behaved...as me. Snorting to myself I looked back at Mr Wilkinson to see him leave and lock the door behind him, as if that would stop me escaping if I desired to do so. After five minutes of silence I slanted my head back and gazed at the guy, I think his name was Drake? His short black hair was messy, as if he’d just got out of bed, and his dark green eyes. .. Uh... Like 50?" "Holy shit!", I exclaimed. I grabbed my inventory sheet, and discovered that we were missing fourty-seven dildos. "I want ALL of them back, Carlie. Where are they?" "They're in my car! I like to masturbate back there! What's wrong with you, creep?" It's my fucking business! I want my dildos back!" I yelled at her. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the kink section and cuffed her to a chair in the storage room, using them for their intended purpose- holding criminals. "Give. "Dinner was uneventful but for Tracy's parent's stealing glances down her shirt as she reached for sour cream, or cheese for her tacos. They spoke about how summer was going, what she had planned for her first year out of school. She was planning on college in the spring, but wanted to work a little and save some money before then. Typical talk for a high school grad. As she pushed through her drink though, Tonya and Todd noticed she got a little more...'funny', and open.After dinner, Tonya. Com.I owe a special thank you to book arts instructor Dan Shafer of Cornish College of the Arts and a member of the Seattle Center for Book Arts for helping with the setup and printing of the original cover art for this book.Getting input from people who just like to read this kind of book was extremely valuable, and I’d like to thank Jason, Michele, Janet, Nancy, Cary, Steve, Richard, and all those who were pressed into listening to a paragraph or two (or a chapter) to help me get through a.