Rene has been thinking about her life and trying new things one of those things was supporting the high school she spent time there doing odd jobs her... and there. Looking out the window the girls track team were doing sprints she walked to the field to watch setting on a chair set ageist the wall when the girls ran pass she noticed that the open arm tops let her get a sneak peep at there tits she didn't know why but she liked this very much she watched them for days enjoying the tiny peep and. I didn’t get the chance to ask her to take her trousers off. “‘Ere, where’s Joyce?” came a shout. A male shout. A drunken, savagely angry shout. The girl in front of me cringed.“Yes.” I said almost coldly. “I’m taking you. If only to get you away from whoever that is.”“My uncle,” she whispered. “But we’ve got to go now.”“Where’s that good for nothing whore gone?” demanded the drunken voice.“Right. You three. Stand on that green circle there,” said the corporal. He looked, and sounded,. Colonel Mason said.“Yes, we have that.” Rorik told him.He turned and looked at his son. “Trebuchet!”All the warriors laughed, slapping Deni’s shoulder.Deni looked back at John, who smiled and winked. He leaned over.“Years from now, when somebody asks you why you’re called Trebuchet, you tell them its because you’re the best spear and rock thrower in the whole End. And I promise, any of us here will back your version.” John told him.“But, that’s not true!” Deni protested.“Maybe not. You know,. So we stayed alive, and just seemed to live from disaster to disaster. School was the same way. Dad moved to get us into a better school, and they changed the boundaries. It was Brenna, my younger sister, whose cello bow goosed the grade-school principal and caused him to trip over the drummer, landing on Bobby Harrison's flugelhorn. At which point he said all sorts of bad words that were broadcast through the auditorium because the microphone got turned on when he grabbed the stand as he fell..