I want to fuck her brains out. I guess I'm obsessed.She's on the twelfth floor. I'm on seventeen. The angle is ... perfect.She's a BBW, I guess. Maybe...she's even super-sized -- I don't know how you measure those things. She can still see her pussy, I guess -- I KNOW she can get at it. Did I mention that it's bare? She must shave, right?I said something to one of my buds. He said, "What you want with a fat white bitch?" I want to FUCK her! DUH! Fuckin' moron...I'm an ugly motherfucker. You know. That bastard may have ruined my shot at Southeastern, but he can't mess with me here. I'm gonna get where I wanna go, even if I have to work my way through school as a stripper.” “Say what?”“Well, yeah. When I told Beth about the smoke and all, she's like, 'well honey, with a face and a body like that, you could be an exotic dancer. They make a lot more money. I used to do it but I got married and my husband was like, 'no way, you're not dancing anymore. Get another job'. So here I am'.” “So, I. Mrs. Benning’s son had received a lion’s share of the estate, but his mother still had substantial means, which were now Captain Benning’s of course.Pacing the deck and musing over these issues, the watch passed quickly for Thomas, and at noon he was relieved by the sailing master, Mr. Beverly. He took his noon meal in the wardroom after which he assembled his starboard battery for a gun drill. The twelve-pounders Andromeda shipped were longer than and as heavy as the 32-pounder carronades he. Alex had noted this and at first called her ‘Mrs. Parker.’ He was quickly told to call her Margot. The hostel, Margot noted, was a great barracks of a place. It had been a psychiatric hospital and being abandoned was now used by a number of students during the university year that came in from distant places. She asked Alex what it was like living there, and he had shrugged and said, ‘Oh, its okay, I suppose. Would you like to come in and have a look?’ The barrack like exterior clearly.