"Mission Control to Pod One. I've got some bad news. You're heading the wrong way. Pod One, are you there?" Then I heard another voice."Mission Contro...l, this is Pod Two."Pod Two? Here I was thinking we only sent one pod."Pod Two," I answered, "What are doing here?"Pod Two responded, "They thought they should send one pod to see what's going on and one pod to hear what's going on."I have to admit, that was a good idea. If we couldn't see what's going on, at least we could hear it. And then Pod. Character development is explored to make the reader identify with the central characters. The plot takes precedence to the sex in part one. This is my first attempt at story writing. I will consider more parts in the future. If you want a quick stroke story, this may not be for you. The soft drink felt good as Jack threw the contents down his throat. It was hot and his white cotton shirt was damp with sweat even as it was half unbuttoned. Jack was 1.9 tall with broad shoulders and a hairy. I tried not to show it but I was taken back by being introduced as his best friend. Saying something like that was going to make it either really easy on me or really hard for me when I decide to make my move on him. I felt like grabbing his ass right there but at the same time I felt I was going to have diarrhea. Fuck I was scared to take that next step. I just hoped to god when the moment was right Cody’s answer would be yes.After dinner I took a long hot shower letting the warm water pound. This was not a race. They just wanted to see if we could run a mile. Liz did not set a fast pace, but two boys could not finish the run and left. There were only 9 of us left. We were told to take off our shirts. We were ordered to run a short distance to a sand pit and to stand in front of it. This pit was in front of some bleachers. There were some people sitting there. I saw girls in the school uniform. This was a white blouse with a plaid skirt, knee high socks and flat shoes. Many of the.