By this time, it hadn't even mattered anymore. Your lust for her was beyond imaginable and your thoughts, well, we'll get back to those later. Those may or may not turn you off (or on) way too early on, in the get-go. This book will remind you of that drunken girl at the party who wouldn't dare give you the light of day while sober, but in the moment (or numerous drinks later) wants you all for herself and refuses to leave your side. So you show her off in a unfashionable way. "Of course I'm going to be fucking this later", you dragged her half concious body through out the three story house, proposing toasts to yourself and slurring your words.

Bumping fists with others upon the show casing of your 'score'. Lucky bastard, this is what some were saying as he paraded about, with the confidence of a mouse approaching an elephant. An ego boost mutiplied by an infinite amount of numbers. Cockier than Ron Jeremy himself. An all around class A kid, ready for the fuck of his life.