She had the body of a goddess. Her breasts reminded me of hills that I once saw in a painting, leading down to a nice slender torso. Her behind was th...t of a model’s, round and perfect. If I didn’t contain myself I would’ve dropped down to my knees and praised its regal beauty. Even though the drive to the theatre was short it seemed like hours. I tried to relax myself by turning on the radio. Reba McEntire’s version of ‘On My Own’ came on. I didn’t expect Savannah to know the song. She had a. God. Our God. Yours and mine. I don’t...”“You don’t WHAT? I’ve got the wrong man, have I?”“YES! I am only a servant of Allah. Other men, they ask to use my office. I don’t know what they do.”“And they used your office while you were in the attic having a wank, were they? Look, you may not be the brains behind this. You certainly didn’t fund it. But someone did. And you know stuff. Stuff I want to hear about. And believe me: before we are done here, you will have told me everything. Every. It was empty, save for about 30 book bags and piles of clothes. Ian and I took a quick run through under the showerheads and quickly dried and dressed, running out of there before the end of the period so as to be unnoticed. Once we were clear of the locker room, I started entering the new numbers into my cell as Ian spoke for the first time."Dude, so um ... why are we not fucking beautiful girls at the stadium right now?" Cause dude, we're gonna go get some lunch, I'm hungry," I replied. Ian. At dinner a few minutes later, they talked a bit about the shoes and what the shopkeeper had told them. "Do you believe what that crazy old shoe salesman said about your shoes, Lacy? Have you ever heard of such nonsense?" April said."Yeah, it's right out of one of the fairy tales we used to read when we were younger. Real Cinderella stuff!" she giggled."Well if it's true, then that will work in your favor... you haven't exactly been burning up the dating scene lately!" April said."I know....