When I step out of my home I see them for the first time in so long; acrowd of women at the gates of my property. They scream and cheer;feinting at t...e mere sight of me. I take a moment to give the cameras agood show. They feast on my beautiful pink halter top, which shows offmy tits ever so nicely. Sure they're fake, but they're still nice tits. Mom hates it when I call them that. "A good girl says breasts," she'salways saying. Tits is dirty, and I love being dirty! Tits, tits, tits!My. It was still 2:42, and he was starting to suspect that it was going to be 2:42 forever.6pm. Friday. Jeff’s house.Watching the seconds tick by impossibly slowly was the most frustrating experience of Duncan’s life.After another two hours, the clock ticked over.2:43. Three hours, seventeen minutes to go.He couldn’t wait.“Nicolette!”Duncan had no idea what he was going to do with his afternoon - sit at home and watch every second of every minute tick by, probably - but after his infinitely-long. I thought game on, as she went very nervously onto the dance floor alone.The disco was full of squaddies (soldiers) who were based at Hollywood barracks nearby. All young strong, fit guys whose only goal was to get to screw some willing girl. It was not long before one guy was dancing with her followed by many more of his matesShe looked at me as if to say was that enough.But I shook my head to say no. I blew her a kiss. She knew what I was after.She went back to the dance. Soon a slow dance. None of them received any offers to play in college so for some of them their glory years were behind them. Of course, they noticed me right away. “Hey Roid Boy is here.”, Josh laughed. I ignored him and looked out of the window as I waited for my order. Josh came up and blocked me from leaving the booth and Mark and Destin slid in the booth across from me. “Hey Chris, how’s it hanging?”, Mark asked. “Just fine Mark, how have you been?”, I replied, courteously.“I’m dating the hottest chick in.