He pulled an old crumbled up twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and slammed it on the bar. "Pitcher of beer," he said. "And none of that pansy ligh...t crap either." Matt was bartender on duty. He drew a pitcher and put it on the bar; took the twenty and gave his change. Blucher wrapped fingers the size of sausages around the handle of the pitcher and hefted it like a regular glass. He drank about a third, set it down on the bar, and let out a belch that drown out the TV. The guys closest. We continued to pretend we were going over our notes while I whispered, “I like you, Sydnie-Ann. I especially like fucking you.”“Me too,” she replied.“We’ll work it out. I won’t let you be cast aside. I like you more than Becky for sure. Maybe you, Reggie and I can get together this weekend.”“Oh, I’d like that, Howie.”“Are you two studying or having a personal conversation?” Mrs. Kranick said, ending our talk for good.Sydnie-Ann kept staring at me. She didn’t cry and for that I was grateful.. His scruff brushed against my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and filled me with warmth as we pulled apart Lincoln took my hand in his, gesturing for me to follow him, “Let me show you my work.” He led me over to his easel; his arm hugging my waist as he uncovered the canvas. I gasped as I saw myself through Lincoln’s eyes. The legs I often felt were gangly appeared long and toned as they rested on the couch. My boyish figured was gone, replaced instead with gentle, welcoming. Meine apne kapde utare aur ttad se sheela ne lund pakda aur apni chut mein daal liya aur dghakke lagane lag gaye. Khade khade hi chud rahi to wo aur usne apni taangon ko mere kamar par tika diya aur boli mujhe acheche se pakde rahna girana mat aur badhiya fucking chalne lagi thodi der lagbhag bis minute mein Mein jhad ne laga sheela boli ander hi jhadna kyonki ki mein pet se ho aur koi khatra nahin hai iske bad ekround hone par mein ghar ke bahar aya yahan vahan deka ki padosi bagerah dhyan to.