His eyes widened and he suddenly became nervous and anxious. Had Leila told her about yesterday, was this line a prologue to a fight? “Do you want t... fuck her?” Delia asked, staring him down. “What? Where is this coming from? No, no, I don’t want to fuck that skank. God, no.” “She says you do,” Delia persisted. “She says she can tell, by the way you look at her.” “She’s fucked up, she thinks every guy wants to fuck her,” Nathan said. “She said you ask for details about how she has sex,” Delia. I saw him continue to look at me while I was putting my hair up. We were talking about how he’s on tinder and he can’t find anyone to date and how nobody likes military men (except me apparently) Anyways, we pull into my parking lot and he turns around and asks me if we can talk for a few minutes. I was ready to go but I figured he needed help getting home or something so I said sure. He turned the car off and turned around. He told me that I was very pretty and didn’t deserve to go on a bad. I know that we were all horrified by the disclosure, and we want to do something about it." George was interrupted by a chorus of agreement and he had to wait a minute or so for everybody to calm back down. "OK, I'm glad to see that we are all in agreement. I called this meeting to discuss things that we could do in response. Let's keep this discussion orderly, but I would like to hear suggestions about what we can do to put pressure on the government and the upper class."The suggestions. I wasn’t happy with that ... I wanted to hit them all. I have shot as many as one hundred without missing, from all angles too.”“And you played last year in Junior ball?”“Well I was on the team and they let me come in at the end of the game if it was close. When I was set, they’d pass to me and I’d hit every time.“I can’t seem to get the hang of the dribble or passing.”“I can help you there, you have good reflexes and with some help you’ll be able to bring the ball down the court.”“Really? My.