”“Okayyy…”“Yeah…”“Can I invite-”“Yes.”“And your girlfriend?”“Ehhhh… Okay”“Cool. I’ll get the phone.” As Spen...cer called his (and my) girlfriend to come over, I put on some awesome clothes. Spencer walked back into the room talking on the phone.“So, we cool? Alright. They’re coming at 4:00.”“Awesome.” I said.-4:00- At about 4:02, the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs to answer it, and it was the girls. I opened the door, and as expected, Samantha flew into my arms.“I missed you!” She. A squeak was the only noise that escaped from her lips. She continued to bounce on him, the table whining beneath them. She loved the sound of bollocks slapping against her. It was easily her favorite sound in the world. "I am going to come!" He exclaimed shortly after.She hopped off him and knelt on the ground. "In my mouth and all over my chin Marlon. I want to taste you so fucking bad." He loomed over her, meat in hand. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue making sure his piss slit. I felt nervous. When I got into the line in front of Lily, the guy in front of me, a guy with a really greasy face, looked at me harshly."Piss off!" he said. "Don't push in." This position was saved," I said, noticing how oily this kid's face was. Light from the ceiling reflected off this kid's face as if his head were a shiny bowling ball."You can't save spaces," said the greasy-faced kid."Yes, you can." No, you can't." Why do you care?" I asked him. "I'm behind you."The greasy faced kid. "Shit, that's bad, real bad," I responded to the bad news. "We're in deep trouble without those guys and Mark too." Tell me about it," he agreed. "It's going to be a disaster."Fred broke the news to the rest of the team and the coaches juggled the lines again. We practiced our modified defence with the new lines and John and I moved to first defence pair. The practice didn't go well as the new lines didn't mesh well. I left for class after learning we were heading out at one o'clock from the.