Kriss continued reading his book—hiding his eyes once more. Twain pushed it down to the table and stared at Kriss intently, captivated by the striki...g, and quietly intense eyes Kriss held. The two sat and stared at each other for a time. Kriss broke the silence. ‘What are you looking at?’ Kriss was confused. ‘You.’ There was only wonder on the new boy’s face. ‘If my uncle sees you…’ Kriss warned him. ‘He’ll what? Is it your uncle you’re afraid of or is it me?’ Kriss didn’t speak. ‘Is Kris short. He was easy to talk to had a friendly manner. His name was gary. He worked construction, had his own crew. Gary was tall, thin with white hair that was thining too. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me. Education can’t change that. Talent is genetic, just like intelligence. Environment plays a key role, but it’s not everything. I needed every ounce of my strength as I represented Dwight Henderson, a middle-aged white man who’s worth two and a half billion dollars. The Securities and Exchange Commission was coming down on him like the hammer of God thanks to some shady deals he made with foreign powers on behalf of his company, Henderson & Hamilton Incorporated. Dwight Henderson was an old. She is sex bomb and anyone can fall for her and just mad for her after seeing her once. She has a perfect structure 34-26-34 which she tells me later.Coming to the story we are best friend and we share everything with each other everything means everything like crush, lust and etc. But we never have sex feeling towards each other although we flirt with each but we are just best friends. We are roaming here and there. We went to each other home regularly and too without asking and knocking on.