All of us, boys and girls have done something bad that made us come to this School. Well not me... I'm only here cause my parents thought it would be ...best... My name is Jamie Venn Lott. I'm a girl, 15, and just came to this school. I have a crush on this guy name Zachary Pone. He's charming but he has a secret. I have four friends, Jessica, Olive, Jake, and Fin. Fins gay, he's here for his bi-polar disease. He hates it when people call bi-polar a disease. Olive, she's here for her. While her rounded rear cheeks rebounded slightly, I watched her boobs leap, mostly straight up, and wondered how ... Then I saw ... She pinched her dress against her sides with both elbows and made them fuller and vertically energetic.Her foolish husband just stared out into the darkness of the tunnel. As I admired her shapely calves and studied higher, I noted her dress was actually midnight blue and held a subtle tension on her body. Suddenly a paradox slapped me. The dull, brushed silver. This young woman was a walking, talking sex goddess. Yet, she was incredibly smart, motivated, sensitive, and loving. Also, lest I forget to mention it, she was pretty with high cheekbones and a toothpaste commercial smile and had breasts that were way, way too large for her lean, long and strong body. So, what the fuck was she doing here with this schlub, me? Deciding that was not the way to a happy life – i.e., focusing on the negatives – I put my arms around her, crossing my arms, with one. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up." She shook her head, digging through her purse for her keys. "I swear to God I'm not gonna flirt with anyone, ever again." I'd at least pick them a little more carefully." I told her as we reached her silver Lexus. She beeped the alarm button and the door locks shot up with a clank. I wanted her badly at that point, vividly remembering what she'd felt like in my arms, how her tongue had felt in my mouth, how her ass had been without.