Hopefully she wouldn’t send his picture through cyberspace, but he had little say in the matter as he ran out the door with her car keys.“We’re ...aving dinner tonight, so be home by six o’clock,” she called.Dinner with the family was the last thing on his mind as he drove to the university, the Plath paper tucked away in his backpack like a bar of gold. He figured it was the key to her heart, his passport to an extended relationship with her. She would surely agree to go to the poetry slam with. In short she was out of this world hot! The perfect bimbo slut of every freshmans dreams.Its amazing how fate sometimes works out but her locker was in the same row as mine. Directly below mine in fact.One day she forgot her locker key and I just happened to have mine. She finished class and had a large bundle of books which she dropped on the floor by accident as she fumbled for her key. I helped her retrieve the books and offered her my locker (trying to play the sweet freshman for all it was. " I'll be in touch. I want to go over the crime scene before it gets any older." It's been gone over. The only descriptions of the men were vague. The van was plain white without markings and the plates had been removed." Ricky tipped an imaginary hat as I waved over my shoulder and left the building. There wasn't much time to investigate the scene before Uncle Sam got involved.I arrived at the park only to find the place crawling with kids who had disregarded the bright yellow police line tape. “A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she said.“Construksi?”“Yes… svalstvo... muscles!”“Well, it’s the press ups, probably,” said Ben, pleased at the compliment.She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and stroked his right biceps. Ben followed the contours of her thighs and bum and looked up at her and began to get the.