I noticed the door on the other side of the shop was ajar. For some reason it left a dark feeling over my already raging teenage hormones. At first I tried to get his attention through flattery and kindness, bringing him water, and telling him he did an awesome job. Her perfect mouth was wrapped around Gabriel’s dick, her expensive looking nose pressed into his dark mass of curls while her sky blue eyes looked up at him fiercely. I’d never actually seen one in real life before. I went to Vance Prep and he went to Stem High, but at the end of the day we were both covered in the same dust and grease watching as my dad showed us how to repair a fuse box or replace a power steering fluid line. Authors note: I am not a writer and I am not writing a book.
