It was a very long Friday morning, but Angel slowly improved with repetition and time.Frank delivered Angel's car sometime after lunch. He walked into... the clinic and handed her the keys, "I got it running again," he smiled.Angel had almost forgotten about her car, "Thanks Frank." So you're working for Parker now," he said, and the edge in his voice was still there when he said the name "Parker." Yeah," she said softly. It was the first time she had seen Frank since Tuesday morning when Martin. Small click. Hadn’t expected that. ‘Kirsty, you gotta stop thinkin’ everything’s your goddam fault. Jeez, girl, I’d realized smackin’ that blonde bitch down good was all you wanted, hadn’t misunderstood you, that woulda been cool too. So forget it, or I’ll throw your ass out on the street. Landlord’s promise. You wanna beer, coke, anything?’ I started to haul myself upright but she jumped up. ‘I can find stuff.’ I listened to faint sounds from the kitchen, hoped she wasn’t nosing about too. She sucked in his head before moving lower onto him. He was too large and hard for her to take him deep, but she stroked her hand along his shaft as her lips played over his sensitive head. David jerked at the sensation, a whispered 'fuck' leaving his lips, instilling her with confidence. She took his balls in her free hand, cupping them, teasing the sensitive flesh, running her tongue all over the bulbous mound in her mouth.'Shit, Sammi. Stop,' he groaned. Her eyes flicked up to his, her mouth. “Did you hear about Jay Calhoun?” she asked.“He tripped and hit his head on the walkway,” I said, the hint of boredom in my voice intended to convey that we’d already been told about it.“Apparently he hit his head several times and he could be off school for quite a while,” said Maria.Jaymon Solassie! He must have found out that Jay Calhoun was responsible for vandalising my locker. Half of me wanted to report my suspicions to someone, but the other half empathised with Eugenie’s devastation at.