But sometimes she wanted her voice to sound smooth and clean, unlike the hard Slavic languages. Now they were both walking back to their quarters at t...he outpost, she a few steps behind him. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t have the words. She just wanted him to notice her the way she noticed him. By the time she’d reached her door he was still walking on down the hall toward his own. She fumbled with her keycard, mentally cursing her gloves and cumbersome charge suit. ‘Jesse,’ she. "I felt like those guys were taking advantage. And I felt like I was there to show some display of my father's wealth. I could have brought home any car on that lot, and my dad wouldn't have even cared," CJ said, humbly. "So I picked a Three Series, loaded of course, but a car I could afford to pay for myself." "Wow," I said, quietly, giving CJ an endearing smile. "I am a prideful person. Might not have noticed that about me," I joked. "But one thing I have always known is...I am not wrong when. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.He said they love animals very much. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.She sent me. I tried talking to her and gave my introduction, and also told her that please talk to me as I have a bet with my friends and I really want to win it and she started laughing and we spoke for ten mins and finally we exchanged numbers as she thought I was cute for being honest with her. We kept on talking on the phone for a few days and finally I took up some courage and went to her restaurant and she and her dad were standing there, I got an instant hard on seeing her and thanked my luck for.