Tips?" I asked with a grin.The chief jerk tormenting poor Hassam was Wally Fuller, or WalMart as he was known because of his size. Six-foot-two, 220 l...s., he was easily the most formidable-looking student at Brooksville High, but fortunately, not the brightest. This day he was in his usual uniform of short, blond hair, blue jeans, Nikes and a red-and-black varsity jacket.The group of football players were having so much fun they hardly noticed our arrival."Say, Fuller," I said, as I stood about. “Kristy, I mean it! Apologize to your mother right now or you will feel the consequences!” he barked.“I’m sorry Mother,” she said with feeling this time. Whether she meant it or not I couldn’t say but at least there was no sign of rebellion in her voice.“I’m sorry Mike,” Jen said. “Ever since she has discovered boys, there is no telling what she will do.”I wondered what the discovery of boys had to do with her obstinacy and total disrespect for her parents, but I didn’t ask any questions. . “Good evening,” Katie began as she sat. “As you probably heard me announce, my name is Katie Wyoming Knott. This is Signifier Woody Smith and First Sergeant Patti Paiwonski. Am I addressing Mrs. White?”“Good evening. Technically, there is no Mrs. White,” the petite woman answered. “The Bob White Covey name is a take-off on Robert Quayle’s nickname. However, I am one of Robert’s sister-wives; please call me Eva Mae.”“Well, Eva Mae, what makes today special? The day you want to be extracted,”. A few months later, another guy I had talked to a lot finally sprung the question and asked about getting together. I was feeling comfortable with him since we had talked on the phone a bunch, and got to know each other. We decided to go a step further than my last experience, and we would meet at a motel parking lot. If we met, and decided to go further, he would get us a room, and we'd go from there. We met in the lot, and decided to go for it. I had some booze on me, and I made myself a.