He needed something to give him purpose."I need a passion, a hobby..." Juan mumbled to himself as he stocked the new batches of delivered bread to the...shelves."Juan? I need you to take off that jacket." Juan turned and saw his general manager. The tall and scrawny man leered over him, tapping his foot. The manger pointed at Juan's black jacket."But it's cold." Juan replied meekly, continuing to stock the shelf. There was nothing in the employee manual prohibiting solid colored jackets to be. He turned to his left but couldn’t see anyone. He heard his name called again. It was a very soft feminine voice. He turned to his right – no one there either. The phantom voice called again. This time he spun round 180 degrees and Danny could not believe what he saw. His mind raced quickly back to the cafeteria ... it HAD been Janet Rivers he saw. Danny hadn’t been imagining things. Janet Rivers WAS here at Blanke Schande College and was now standing only ten feet away from him. Also, like all. We had four DOAs from a car crash on the freeway. Two teenaged boys, two teenaged girls. They were all banged up very badly, but that's not what got to me, as I've been working there as a nurse for over three years and have seen a lot of horrible shit. What bothered is was that, whiles the boys' faces were mangled beyond recognition, the lower part of their bodies were relatively untouched, and it was obvious they kept their bodies in firm, muscular shape, and their dicks were nice and fat. The. A happy, honest and earnest smile, filled with trust and something else? From my seat I could smell her perfume, I know not the name but it filled my head and caused my heart to flutter.Cheryl-Anne took a seat next to me, about a foot distant, easily within arms distance. Her soft eyes met mine and I melted in her look. Perhaps she was stalling for the cops, yet something in the ladies manner suggested I was wrong. She asked quietly, politely, "What is your name?"I didn't want to tell her the.