So I call the bed in the living room.But am outside drunk calling everybody saying i'm going back to jail,etc,etc,etc...Well derick and adair hit it o...f and jacked the bed from me.so i go in and they're like into some savage sex.I lay on the couch and there was this other chick on the other couch who i hadn't talked to once the entire night at all!I'm sitting their jus in some grey dickie pants listening to my boy literally choke this girl out she wanted him to punch her all kinds of crazy shit. Then, Sherry Hasting asked, "Is he even WORTH staying with?"Irene said, "Well, I guess so. When he did it for me, he gushed so much of that clear stuff (precum) that there was very little pain, and he had plenty of spunk left at the end."The grass having taken effect, Sherry sarcastically asked, "How do you KNOW how much he had left - did you swallow it?"When Irene went silent, they all knew it was true! Sherry said, "You little fucking slut - you gave up your cherry AND you swallowed on the. “George Peter Nine, no ammo; permission to land. Oh, Peter George nine, sorry.”“Circle once,” said the voice. “Who is this?”She tuned off the mike and swung wide, lining up the runway as she watched another fighter take off.She started down and the alarm went off. She smiled to herself, flared out, dropped the wheels, landed smoothly and taxied to the amourer’s area. The only other planes she had flown were an old two-place Piper and a Tiger Moth. She had soloed six months ago, right after. She’s new though, so I make an exception. She leans in to read my small, meticulous hand-writing and I’m suddenly aware of her scent. Lavender and bubblegum. ‘Oh, I covered this already at Midlands,’ she says. Midlands. They’re St. John’s competition, academically and athletically. I’m vaguely surprised she’s so openly admitting she transferred from there. I spend the rest of the period working on my final project. She helps, each sample settled in aqueous solution, the vibrant colors of each.