"You don't fucking know how to say hi?"She was pissed; she might have had good reason to be pissed. None of the girls in the room were going to be on ...y side of the reason so I didn't bother to look at them for support. A week passed since I massaged the pain from Bailey's shoulder. The high school nobody getting to touch the most popular girl in school, in a public forum and in a private way, only happens in movies. Dumb movies! I figured Bailey would regain her senses after the fallout with. The funny thing was, up till now, every time David had invited her on one of his early morning jogs, she had flatly refused. But now, the very concept of not jogging seemed alien to her. She opened up her pants drawer, looking for something to wear to go jogging in. Problem was, the only thing she had were tight jeans and formal slacks. She looked through the drawer, searching for the sweats she remembered wearing on previous jogging trips.But that brought her up short. Previous jogging trips?. She was able only to make out that it was a man--a man in a trenchcoat.Then he moved through the last tendrils of shifting fog. It was a vision of Boss Carl. He was speaking to her, her voice slowly, dreamily coming to her through the whirling mists."Can you hear me, Lenny..."She moaned and twisted her head from side to side, fighting for fuller consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy, drugged. She no longer knew where she was."... Lenny, can you hear me speaking to you?" Yes she replied in a. 11 foot tall blonde hair and blue eyes kinda like the guys hitler was getting for his army any ways let me describe me i am 5.8 foot tall slim brown hair with blonde highlights and i foot want to boast but the biggest breasts in my year (thanks to my mum because she has large breasts too)As we sat there we started talking about where if came from what if liked to do stuff like that then the this topic came upI asked him what type me girls that he liked and he replyed "well i dont know i guess.