Phil had nearly ripped my shirt off. The front of my shirt hung open stretched and ruined.“You are a dick.” Mark said to Phil.“Fuck you fag!” ...Phil said.“Whatever.” Mark said. He came over to me but I jumped up and ran down the hall. No one followed. I turned past the art room and vaguely I heard Ian’s voice behind me calling. I ignored him and burst through the doors and out onto the street. I was unable to get my bike off its chain because I was crying and holding my shirt up. I heard Ian. He worked for his Dad, and apparently was as good at making money as the old man. Like I mentioned, Dana was on a full athletic scholarship, so her tuition and books were paid for. Usually, she would have been required to live in a dorm, but another perk of being rich is that her dad pulled some strings so she could live in a duplex that he bought for her as a high school graduation present. She would live in one side and the rent from the other side would be her income. She was majoring in. They may divorce or separate, the kids are they only reason they still together.“That night when I/we all got together, I can’t get the images out of my head,” I opened up.“Was I that good?” She said with a cheeky grin.“No/yes, it’s not you but Jordan who is stuck in my head,” I ashamedly said.“Hmm, interesting,” She went all quiet.“Seems like I’m making all the guys in my life cock chasers,” She said, with a nervous smirk.“Remember the first time we met, remember the first time we spoke,” I. ‘We have some handsome gentlemen on the elevator, Angela.’ Angela. That was her name, huh. I was so aroused checking out her voluptuous figure. I had vivid images of myself fucking the shit out of Angela on this elevator. ‘Sue, you’re a trip.’ Angela giggled. The elevator proceeded to descend, and when we passed the fourth floor, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. I was thinking, No, not now. I hate being stuck on elevators. The women, to my surprise, were not frightened. They were calm with.