With her blushing occasionally, and me not able to take my eyes off her… She smelled so good, her perfume and her hair. Tube8 Being greeted by almost everyone, I accidentally knocked down some one. “You can thank me by telling me your name” I said smoothly. I knew almost everything I need to know about her. One of my hands were on her back, the other in her hair. My name is Michael Dawson, 17 in a week’s time, during the summer’s solstice. Popular all over campus, every one wants to be your friend. To Be Continued… “Geez, sorry I’m being rude. And I bet people were looking at her 34CC too. Then she stood higher on her toes, lifting herself higher.
