He never knew that his crush was such afucked-up whore. He took his shirt off to rid it of cockroaches. His skinwas very stretch marked, and his manbo...bs were puffy- like he had ahormone imbalance."What do you want me to do, Mikaela!? This place is a dump. I could neverhave imagined girls could live like this," he said, while slapping theblack T-shirt on the rubble- ridding it of the hive of insects androdents."What I want you to do is come down to the basement, for what we hadplanned. I was. We experienced each other growing up. We always had a mutual connection like one of a brother and sister. I told myself that I could never love him as a boyfriend for fear of ruining our friendship. But as days went on, I knew I was falling for him. What a perfect boyfriend I knew he’d be. He would never hurt me and we could talk honestly to each other. Not to mention he was unbelievably cute. From his shaggy blonde surfer hair to his tan muscular build. I often fantasized about us being. .. THWACK.The last two stripes were again delivered in quick succession and this slightly surprised Fatima, but she recovered quickly to say, "Five and Six, Master. Thank you Master."Clearly her sponsor had chosen well, but the Emir thought privately that the four points would be a big handicap. Time would tell, however."Contestant seven," said the Emir, "Come to the whipping dais."Lama came forward and, as she had been instructed, removed her abaya and her finery."Which whip have you chosen?". She was getting better and better at club choice and at determining how hard to hit the ball.Sara could not hit it as far, Erin was stronger, but she could hit it accurately. Sara was better at the intermediate game than Erin and she had a knack for getting out of bunkers and onto the green. I wished I could substitute Sara and Erin for Joel and Mike on the boys' team. Westville's team score could be the best ever with Sara, Erin, Eric, and me!Laura was finally learning to reign in her.