"Kyle's sure acting strange." Mike observed as his homeroom classmate strode into the room.
"I'm going to go ask him about it..."
"Maybe he's gonna try and blackmail some girl into giving him head or something." Mike pondered. "When I asked him if he'd scored, he gave me that scary look and said 'not yet.'"
"While there has been some controversy regarding whether or not Federal employees have the right to strike, it must be noted that the delivery drivers responsible for bringing milk to the school work for Borden, not the Federal images government." Mr. Butler stated. "I think Mr. DeBeau deserves credit for his quick , critical thinking in this situation."
"I guess." Andrew replied. "But I'm not gonna be the first one opening this, if you know what I mean."
"Hey, you guys." Timothy Larson said. "Mind if I sit here?"
"Either of you want my Yoo-Hoo?" he asked. "I have this problem with real milk."
"No , thanks." Mike responded. He stared across the two tables between himself and Kyle, who had seated himself across from Lauren Hill (no relation to the famous one ) and pulled a Yoo-Hoo from his pocket. Absently, he spun his bottle around, watching the scene unfold.
"Hey, either of you notice there's no ingredients list on here?" Tim asked.
"Hey, you 're right." Andrew said. "No expiration date, either."
"I intend to." Mike responded, and drew out his wallet.
Andrew lay on a pile of cheerleader uniforms , sleeping the sleep of the well -fucked. He'd had the girls turn images on the heater in the dressing room so that none of them would get cold, and had spent quite a bit of time with them standing in two ranks of mindless nudity, dictating rules for them like a drill sergeant addressing first-day cadets, before his hormones had taken over and he'd ordered them to fuck him.
Mike was hard as a rock. Here were the three girls in all the school he would actually go out of his way to get into the bed with. His lips parted to utter a command, but at the last moment he stopped. What right did he have to images take advantage of images the three students he respected and cared for most in the school? Especially with their minds shut down and helpless. He sighed, feeling like a cad and a traitor. No, he wouldn't do this.
It was Friday, the first day after the return of the victims' will, and Kyle walked into the school as if he were cock of the walk. He couldn't understand why images everyone was glaring at him as he walked in on Lauren's arm. Suddenly he was grabbed by a big jock and taken to the office, where Mike sat on the principal's desk, with three girls at his side, and a room full of parents all waiting for him.
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