“If you ever need a reference…”He smiled, I walked to the door to leave and noticed a chap standing by the window looking in at me, his face was...a picture of disbelief at what he must have witnessed. I grinned. I turned over the card to show “Open” to the outside world and left the coffee shop.“He‘s open now, but I would give him a few minutes…” I said to the chap outside as I walked past him down the street.I eventually caught a taxi home.“Where to?” asked the driver. I told him the address. ”, I said, pointing to the jism sprayed on my torso “ ... is sort of the desired outcome. We get this, we’re happy. We’re very simple creatures.”That got a nice giggle from her, and she calmed down quite a bit. I took the moment to teach her a little about Little Carl and the boys, and even about the end result. She offered to get a washcloth, and I said that was probably a good idea. While she went to the bathroom, I rolled over and opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out a box of Trojans. The headmaster himself had called Robert into his office to tell him the bad news. That day, the 19-year-old lost both of his parents in a tragic car crash, and inherited 21 million dollars at the same time. That was almost 8 years ago, and since then Robert had done absolutely nothing with his life. The day after the funeral he quit school and retired, planning never to work again. At first it was fun, staying up late and sleeping in as long as he wanted. Then the routine became boring, and. "Steph, this Dean." She pointed to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, muscular guy. "Alex." A brown-haired, green-eyed, thin guy. "Mike." He was black-haired, blue-eyed and thin. "And Andrew." She pointed to a blacked-haired, hazel-eyed muscular guy. They were all so fucking hot! "Everyone, this is Steph." They all smiled at me and shuffled around a bit to make room for me. "Now, how are we going to do this?" Alanah asked. "Randomly truth or dare, or do we spin a bottle to decide?" "Let's spin a.