For two bucks from the five that John gave me, I had ham steak and eggs, biscuits and all the coffee I could drink. With a smile, the waitress gave me... a tall glass of cold milk. She remembered me from before when I was a beat cop and would stop off after the night shift. This was the first time she had seen me clean in a long time.On the way back uptown I stopped off to talk to Gene for a few minutes. He was cleaning the mirror behind the bar but stopped and grabbed two cups and filled them. ‘ I held my breath and listened to him trudge through the graveyard. My ears strained to hear his footsteps as they moved farther and farther away from me. Now that I was in the clear at the moment I had to find help. I knew Tam would help me in a heartbeat. My only problem was how do I get to her place fast enough and without attracting his attention. When I was sure he had gone from the graveyard I snuck out from behind the mausoleum. I knew her house was close to the bar and I would have to. ." stammered John. embarrassed that these gorgeous women would laugh when they saw his hard-on."Hush! Lift your hips!" ordered Cindy. "Sarah, give me a hand."Together, the two women pulled down John's shorts and jock strap. John's prick sprang free and snapped back against his stomach with a loud slap. Neither woman looked at it."What did you come to see me about?" Cindy asked Sarah as she began her examination, starting with John's right foot."Well, I don't think we can talk about it here,". He had counted a multitude of groups at the High School Julie attended. The groups were Jocks, Beautiful Ones, Dorks, Brains, Druggies, Sluts, and Joe's. Jocks played sports and were predominately male but could be female. The Male jocks, for the most part, had nothing to do with the Female jocks; Julie thought that the Females intimidated Males. The Beautiful Ones were the Prom Kings and Queens. If you were a jock you were automatically a beautiful one, untouchable by any of the opposite sex.