First, if he passed through the car park when I was cleaning the car, he would hang around, just making conversation. Then he began dropping-in on me ...in the apartment whenever he could – often late in the evening on his way home from a night out. It was all quite platonic and ‘proper’ and I gave him coffee and we talked about all sorts of stuff. I effectively became a kind of unofficial counsellor for him.One of the good things that seemed to have come from these chats was his increasing. "Are you okay?" I ask Paul, who still hasn't got back to his feet. "CanI get a glass of water, or some ice, or something?" I yell to theshocked baristas."Ugh," Paul says, "so you prefer violent hooligans now?" He's not like that," I say defensively. "Not really... Not normally..." Tell that to my eye," Paul says, taking his hand away and revealing thebruised, swollen flesh around it. "How does he hit that hard? His handsaren't any bigger than yours..." He's had eight years of flooding his veins. ’ ‘Or an order of fish and chips,’ added Ian. ‘I’m not bloody fussy, I’d take anything right now.’ Nigel Pepper strolled into the camp whistling a merry tune. As he approached where Ian and Bertie were seated, he called out, ‘Hello fellow dirt miners! How goes the battle?’ He dropped into one of the vacant chairs and looked at Bertie. ‘Be a good chap and get me a whiskey.’ ‘Where the blazes were you all day?’ Ian directed his question at Nigel. He grinned as he looked back at Ian. ‘I was doing. Rebecca was around 5'4, petite, brown skin, long curvy hair and the face of Pocahontas. Lizmary had lighter skin and straight hair. she had a nice ass and pretty eyes.Lizvette also had lighter skin and straight hair, but she wore glasses, made her look kind of nerdy, but that was hot. She also had a nice pair of breasts.Maria had a small body, but pervert was not dissapointed, a babe like that can be used in many ways.And last but not least was Lizbeth, who couldn't stop staring at pervert's.