I really love your work; I've got postcards of them all, even the stamp!"'Oh gawd', he thought, 'did I agree to a stamp?' He continued reading..."I wo...uld be really grateful if you could send me your autograph. It would be great if you could sketch something too!Your loyal fan,Jenny Irvine (but don't put my name on the autograph!!). Thanks!"He shook his head and searched for a clean sheet of paper. 'Oh well, I guess it's your lucky day Jenny Irvine.' He took the unfinished sketch and signed his. Particularly, she had a perfect ass - nice, round and juicy. It was what made me lust after her more than the rest of her appearance. How I'd wanked several times to the thought of clenching those exquisite cheeks. On this occasion, she was in a red dress with black lace, which was quite tight fitting in certain areas.At midnight, the four of us, all at various stages of drunkeness, staggered up the hill to Ellie's home. Jack passed out immediately on the sofa, while Anna made it to Ellie's bed. Brown could tell shehad tried to make herself as plain and unsexy as possible. He'd soon fix that, hethought."Come in, have a seat," he said, and gestured to the couch. "Can I fix you adrink?" Like a Coke?" Tiffany said nervously. Her heart was hammering, her bountifulbreasts heaving again under the shirt. She had to get control of herself, shethought."No, a real drink," Mr. Brown said. "Scotch and water, perhaps?" Uh, sure," said Tiffany. "I mean, I'd like that, please, sir." Tiffany wasn't. "Lily looked at the blonde, who was still watching Jack's pleasantly fit body ascend the stage, nodding at the band. The Jack that Adele knew was a much different one than the one Lily did."Welcome back, Class of 2001!" The murmur of the crowd died down as Jack's amplified voice boomed, proceeded by just a hint of feedback. "Does that feel good? Yeah? Come on, let's give it up for surviving." His clapping prompted applause from the others.Lily studied him. The cute young man she'd lived just a.