I was one of those kids that had friends and people know me but I was not poplar by any means. I was the kid people like screwing with or beating up. ...I was smart so I know how to handle myself without the need to fight manly because I could not fight. I lacked the will to fight. I was picked on like most students but I believe there was a few who just like me because I was so easy a target. It was the school year of 1999 to 2000 when I start really looking at girls as more than just a friend. I. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" the remaining gunman yelled as he slapped her across the face and Suzanne watched as she fell to her knees. She knelt there holding her cheek as the man went over to the door to confer with his accomplice and then returned, "Looks like the safe is on a time lock and can't be opened for an hour, so we'll be keeping each other company for awhile," and she saw him smirk and walk over and stand in front of the teller as his hand lifted her face to his gaze. "How old are. I saw Lieutenant Colonel Atheringdon off behind the cameras. I could see over to the side a set where Stephanopoulos and Robin Roberts were sitting and talking. I had never been on a television set before, and I had no idea what was going on, but after a few minutes everything stopped, and people started moving around. The staffer with the headset and clipboard said, “It’s a commercial break. Mister Stephanopoulos will be over in a moment. You’ll be on right after the break.”“Oh, okay.”“Don’t. Mark made a suggestion that perked Casey's interest but it include me. He suggested going as Adam & Eve. I laughed but Casey pushed him to explain. Mark said he can do a special costume that wouldn't expose me but would excite her possible needs. Explaining more, Mark said since the party was the next night and we'd be leaving New York, he could do a body paint on Casey. Leaves painted over bare naked breasts and a larger leave painted over her naked shaved pussy. She at first laughed, again.