I handed her the lantern and the towel while I spread out the sleeping bag.“You said 'no touching', right?”“Unless you want,” I replied. “Ot...erwise, I'm content to sit back, or stand back, and stroke it while you do whatever it is you want to. When you're ready, just let me know and it's facial city.”“Are you going the keep the lantern on,” she asked.“Either way is good with me, plenty of light with the full moon...”She turned the lantern off and sat it on the ground next to the sleeping bag,. " Its an unsaid message that Scott is attracted only to whores. Scott smiles and laughs.He opens the door to the chem lab and both stop dead in their tracks. "Umm.. I guess she is..." Scott says to Randy, who is boiling over with rage. "You fucking whore!" Randy screams as he throws an empty glass vial across the room, hitting a wall near where Shelly is having her brains fucked out by the Chemistry Professor. Kyle Owens is his name, and he's a married, 50 year old with 3 kids. He should know. “Compete? why would you say that? Tommy, you’re a dragon, you want to be a wizard also?” she asked in confusion, Tommy shook his head making a noise of disgust at himself, why had he said anything, he should of just left, which he had planned on doing but instead he found himself out here sitting on the steps.“Weston is a handsome man, from the look of him he has plenty of money, I bet he is well educated also, that’s the kind of man a woman like you should be with, not a sailor part time. I had been beat up enough to be known as a pussy boy.“God damn it Tyler!” Randy screamed at my refusal to identify my attacker. My left cheek and eye were already bruised by the time I got home. I would have a nice shiner in the morning. My bottom lip was also split though not bleeding anymore.“I… don’t …want…” I managed between sobs, “you to get in trouble.”That was what pissed Randy off. He grabbed me by my shoulders screaming that he didn’t “give a fuck” and that he was “going to find.