Big deal! Like I care how they make the water good to drink. It's good to drink so who cares. Anyway, I like the bottled water and I use my allowance ...to buy it as often as I can. Me and Eddie buy it and carry the bottles around all day. Sometimes I just fill the empty bottle with water from the fountain but it's still better than tap water.I listen to the guide tell us all about the big tanks and the settling tanks and the algae and the chemicals and I try to remember it all since the teacher. It was as if she and Alan had planned this.“Hang on. I think we need to talk,” she said.“Why are you here?” I asked.“Are we not still friends? I thought our plan was to go to college together,” she said reasonably.Our plan had been to go to college together, but that was before. While I had no objection to her attending whatever university she wanted, I no longer felt she had a say-so in where I went. In my mind I had removed her from the equation. We both needed to move on with our lives, even. I was really amused but couldn’t have any revealing expression on my face as Barry could see me on the television. Angela was leaving no stone unturned in seducing him. I was sure she would find a way to fuck him now. All I could do was wait patiently. Within moments Angela was passing through our lounge towards the kitchen and the laundry room. She noticed Barry sitting on the settee facing our giant television, his hard dick out of his shorts and his right hand trying to shove it back inside.. ’ With another eerie sense of déjà vu, I inquired about the set.“Sad story, those books,” Mr. Pickett said, shaking his head. “They belonged to a young chap not much older than you. He was a dandy, but he was likable enough. He opened an office here about six months ago. He was shot down outside his office not three months later. He called himself Chet Benton, and he hailed from New Orleans. Missus Dean sold me the books. She said she took them to pay his back rent at her boarding.