Cassie had no female friends and her three friends were guys who she told everything to, they didn't see her as a friend, just as a dumb doll who gave... good blow jobs and was good to manipulate for their amusement.Cassie told them all how she secured a modelling contract and will be flying to New York a week or two later to do some auditions, the guys wondered if it was true, she was working over the weekend and was model material, but there must be a catch. Cassie however, was arrogant with her. " Wilson said."Deal," I said heading to the parking lot. The round trip took less than a half hour. When I returned Wilson was dressed and talking to some man in the office. I dropped off his biscuit and stayed to have a listen, stink and all."Sylvia this is Mr Alvin Thomas. He owns a landscape company," Wilson explained."I'm really one of those guys who didn't go to school for it. I just love plants and the outdoors. I can't imagine doing anything else," he said. He looked like the light bulb. Kay and I always got along well and there was always mild flirting between the two of us (mostly from me). I've told her that any man would be lucky to have her and she in return said I was always kind and friendly towards her, something she lamented hadn't happened too often with her romantic pursuits. I've never thought of anything happening with her, but she was always in my fantasies whenever I found myself single or drunk. I'd imagine making her moan, feeling her breasts and squeezing. It reminded Julian of twoopponents, such as boxers, staring each other down before the fight,sharing a dialogue that was more than words. A dialogue that was nearlypure emotion.All at once something gave way and Clemson's face dropped. It was theexpression of surrender. Then, just as Julian realized this, he forgotit, for he saw something else. It was not only Clemson's facialexpression that had changed. It was his face. In a few short secondsit wasn't Clemson's face at all. Nor was it.