" I'm not by myself and lonely. I've got enough fucking friends! Just because I don't have a girlfriend doesn't fucking make me lonely." Aright! I mea..., I know it sucks and stuff, but you should just consider asking someone to Prom just as a friend. You gotta go, man. It won't be Prom if you're not there." No. I don't want to go. I will not be going so why don't you just drop it. You've been on my ass since the minute Jen was out the door," Ryan said angrily. "Don't you even fucking. She would border line flirt and R got a kick out of it. He was portly and a nice guy. He asked me if I wouldn't mind checking in on B as he was about to go on a week long turnaround. I said sure. Surprisingly, he started talking about sex and their sex life in general. B was in and out of where we were, R was talking loud enough for B to hear. R told me B kept her pussy and ass shaved and waxed completely hairless as she loved getting her ass and pussy ate. He laughed and said he was. That’s what everyone called him anyway. Because he always had dead, lifeless eyes that stared straight through you when he looked at you, as if you didn’t even exist. He was like a robot, showing little joy, anger or sadness and this was the impression Fatty had of him until they met each other departing the boat at Airlie Beach.When he noticed James standing on the pier, he almost didn’t recognise him. For starters ‘ol’ dead eyes’ was smiling and his face had life in it. He looked like an. "Ms. Waylons got up and left the room for a minute, returning with a large box in her arms. She set it down on her desk and opened it up. "I know there's no such thing as a free lunch, I have something for all of you. In Economics there's no such thing as a free lunch, but I'm sucker for fresh faces. These are the uniforms that ya'll will wear when your running on my teams. They're state of the art, sweat wicking, gortex fabric. They'll fit a little funny, but they're really comfortable, plus.