She was even suggesting she purchase the ticket then he could send her half through a payment app once he saw the email confirmation. His body involun...tarily danced a little jig reading that. Though he felt great chemistry with her, he had been burned before.Six years and a couple of postings ago, Akeem was stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia. He was fucking-slash-down-low-dating a T-girl named Yazmin. She was a couple of years older and a pudgy, barely five-foot-four with rich orangish-brown. Paul was a tall and muscular Chinese-American jock who also did some economics course, but was also doing swimming professionally. He was a friendly guy who was often concerned about the state of the environment. But that didn't mean that he didn't have a nasty side to him.Michael was the sharp guy. He did diploma-in-law. He had long black hair, blue eyes and resembled the actor Scott Speedman (known for his 2003 role in the vampire action film Underworld).Apart from Patrick, the other four. He saw her displeasure as he swallowed one down. "Something wrong?" Yeah. Now it’s your turn to ask me how mad I am at you." She answered, standing taller and placing her hands on her hips in mock anger.He grinned. "Okay, how mad at me are you?" Pretty mad." She said smugly. "How come you didn’t tell me you were having your last treatment?" I had wanted you there." He admitted. "It wasn’t supposed to happen until tonight, but Drake had to go take care of some things tonight, so he surprised me. Fortunately it didn’t come to that. The idiot muttered about needing a drink and made a very fast exit. Tara was sitting on the couch giggling.Giggling? “Are you drunk? Have you been drinking?” I asked.“No! Well, just the punch.”“Come on, we’re taking you home,” said Dan. He swooped down and picked her up under her knees and shoulders. We headed for the door.“I think they spiked the punch,” a little voice spoke up behind me. I turned to see Tracey who’d managed to fight free of the octopus that.