Would the winner even strip completely? he thought. That would somehow defeat the purpose of victory, wouldn’t it?When the round was over, Lara scow...led as she laid down a pair of threes. Jenny grinned as she revealed her own pair of tens with a flourish. “Well, I said I’d win. I think I survived about fifty rounds in a row there,” she declared. “Now off with it,” she said, turning to Lara. “Do you need my help again?” Lara made a token show of protest before she let Jenny slide down her. .MY BOSS SHOULD BE OK,IVE BEEN TOLD HES CALLED CHARLIE ADAMS.aLEAST THEIR WIKL BE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT EACH DAY,SOMEONE TO POUR COFFEE FOR.THIS WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY,I JUST KNOW IT.I SAT AT MY DESK WAITING FOR MY TELEPHONE TO MAKE SOME KIND OF NOISE..BUT NOTHING,SO I TOOK A WALK,TRIED TO LOOK BUSY EVENTHOUGH I REALLY DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING.EVERYONE WAS BUSY AT THEIR DESKS,SOME DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK UP,GUESS I HADBETTER GET BACK!!UPON RETURNING TO MY DESK,I HEARD A YELP FROM HIS. I looked at every girl’s chest—and she’d have these two little points pushing her t-shirt out. A lot of times, she’d just wear a t-shirt with some kind of vest or jacket over it, but it always seemed like when she looked at me in Algebra, she’d kind of have her vest pulled back so I could see her little blossoming buds.We only had ten minutes between the last bell and when the bus carted us country kids off home. Laune lived in town, but it was more than an hour on the bus for me to get back to. "I'm sorry you missed your salon appointment. You would have loved it,I'm sure," Debi said trying to shift attention away from the hug."We'll go another time. Maybe you could come with," Mary teased."That would be lovely," I added relaxing my guard a bit more."Well, maybe. I really have to get back to Mario and his pack of drunkenbaboons," Debi said distastefully"They'll certainly have something to talk about. I was flitting about,bored out of my mind. It was horrible. They tried to make me.