Lindsay wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous with her whiter than normal skin, but her spicy, promiscuous attitude and sense of style was enough to drive a lot...of boys crazy, me included. She gave me a smile as I sat down next to her. ‘How was your day?’ she asked. ‘Not too bad,’ I replied. ‘The same old bullshit I always go through. I can’t wait to get out of this dump.’ Lindsay laughed. ‘I know what you mean, I hate all my teachers and the class work is gay. I’m also getting sick of all the immature. "Looks like it's been your lucky day" you continued, but that was too much for her, and drying her hands and not knowing where to look, she scurried out, clearly flustered. You had been doing this long enough to know that the approach had not been completely rebuffed, and, encouraged, you returned to your table. The atmosphere was now completely changed. Although the conversations amongst the group continued, the brunette took much less part, and you felt rather than saw her eyes flicker. He knows that the people I am asking to sit on the board would never go along with me naming you as president of the company if you are in the middle of a messy divorce. Of course I can't prove any of this. Until we can get to the bottom of this, the best defense against this is for you to straighten things out with Lisa." I can't believe this. Do you really think David would do something so underhanded?" Tom asked."You don't know David like I do. I wouldn't put this past him. Besides what. . and the law, too. Honest"Three of the four sauntered up to the counter and pulled out driver's licenses from their purses and hand bags. The photo ID looked legit but showed each of these girls had turned 18 no more than five weeks ago. He also was shown their High School ID cards, proving they all went to the same school and were seniors there.George nodded his 'ok' but then hesitantly asked abut their companion who had hung back all this time. Unlike her friends, this mousy dressed girl had.