I shrugged mentally and returned to my book.(For those of you scratching your head, Penelope had a lovely head of hair. In--or out of, for that matter...-the proper light, her hair resembled a molten river of gold. I suppose she was attractive in all the conventional ways, as was her friend, but I frankly wasn't paying any attention.)The first half of the play was pretty good, though it didn't quite have me riveted to the seat. When intermission rolled around, I headed for the inner courtyard to. “U bastard u Harami bastard…fuck u..oh god fuck me oh yes uhhhh aaaaaaah ouch ooooofffff oh yes…fuck me fuck me…u bastard fuck me.”I whispered in her ears. “Sati. I have a secret for u.”“What is it u bastard, tell me.”“I want to fuck ur daughter Putul too. In the same way I am fucking u.”“Saala Harami u bastard..”“Believe me Sati…I have already had a few kisses with her and even tried to fuck her but she was not ready. But soon I will fuck her just as I am fucking you…and hope u don’t mind.”“U. A sophomore in college attempting to be a journalist cares not about what they look like, but how to task manage to get through a certain deadline. ‘Yeah, I agree with Jennifer,’ Monica chimed in, ignoring my protest. ‘Ever since you attended college your style has literally gone flat- and we’ve known you forever. Your case is so not good. No offense.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘You guys know I don’t have the time.’ ‘Make time,’ Jenny said, drawing out the word ‘make’. ‘If you don’t make time for. ”“Sure thing. I’ll wait for you in the car.”“Alright. I won’t take long.”As he walked away I couldn’t help but admire how cute he really was. He had blond hair that was short enough so he didn’t have to style it. He was tan and had a very nice build that I couldn’t help noticing especially when we changed jerseys before games. His eyes were a startling grayish blue that would always take my breath away. I may not be great friends with him but I’m lucky enough to be in his presence. I was.