I'm not that kind of guy! I like to fuck with girls. I mean, I LIKE girls. I don't like guys. --Well, I don't DISLIKE guys, but I don't fuck with ...hem. I like girls! I like to TALK with girls. I don't like to DICK with girls! ...Well, till we get to know each other, anyways. I told you I'm not a dick! I'm a FRIENDLY dick. A GOOD dick. I'm a dick with heart. Most of my best friends are girls. They aren't as pushy as guys are. I'm laid back and don't want any drama. If you want. She brightened up and said,”Okay! Just let me feel that muscle!”Reaching over to me, she grabbed my bicep and gently squeezed it.“Oh, how nice Jack!” She sipped from her glass again, then laughed. “Scott should work out with you, only he’s been gone so much lately.” I wondered if this was a hint of sorts?Smiling, I walked to the back door and listening said, “ I’ll bet it’s not a problem. Sounds normal from here, I’ll go check the pump room.”I walked out to the back of the yard and opened the. So during holidays I or my father will go to site watching the work in progress. After five months the construction was over up to ceiling of ground floor level. Vacation time began for me and so I went to site every day.Over a period the workers became friendly to me. Among the workers I noticed except for all the workers who are from local town leaving the site when the day’s work is over.The four who stays in the site itself are a young couple and two old men. The young husband is Muthu who. I ambled toward the set of older wooden bleachers a long way to my left. I couldn’t see through those so I crept up to the corner of the tall structure and leaned in close to it and slowly moved my face forward to peek at the street.My eyes never made it that far. Less than 20 feet away stood some of those rude cheerleaders, standing in a semi-circle. I ducked back feeling terror shake my body. But … why? Come on Bryan! They’re high school girls! Be a man.My nerves disagreed.My brain.