<i>"Yeah, go ahead, get some sleep."</i>Jack smiled as he put his hat over his eyes, settling in a bit more. "Much obliged." Of course, he always had the uncanny ability to hear everything while he slept. Paranoid habit, he assured himself. Still, it was useful. Like when he heard Kane come aboard. He didn't know the guy, nor did he acknowledge him. This was his sleepy time, after all. But he heard the intention in his voice. It wasn't a positive one, either. But that wasn't his prime concern.<br/><br/>Well, nothing was his prime concern at the moment. He was sleeping, after all.<br/><br/>But his problem was the organ getting the most blood at the moment. His hard on wouldn't go down! Sleep usually helped, but with this admittedly arousing atmosphere, it wasn't going to go down soon. When the bus stopped again with a jolt, he was disturbed from his slumber. He waited a few minutes, to see if he could go back to sleep.<br/><br/>No such luck.<br/><br/>He sighed, taking his hat off his face. "It looks like sleep wishes to escape me once more," He said, looking over at the new arrivals. One was a young gay man, a bit obvious by his posture and clothing choice, and the school slut. He'd heard of her, but he wasn't really interested, unlike every other guy around.<br/><br/>He didn't like sluts, they were too easy. He liked the old fashioned method of using your charm and wit to seduce a woman, the challenge it represents. With a floozy, she kind of just... presented themselves to you. No challenge, no wit needed, no clever ways to get into bed with them, nothing.<br/><br/>Stacy, on the other hand, was a challenge... She was known around the school for being hot, but never going out with any suitors who asked her. One could logically conclude that she was a virgin, and then a tough nut to crack.<br/><br/>A challenge presenting itself.<br/><br/>He sighed to himself again, pulling out a notepad from his back pocket, along with a pen.<br/><br/>Might as well pass the time.<br/><br/>He started writing down, in detail, what was happening on the bus. Observational writing was a good way to practice, especially when things changed quickly.<br/><br/>Though his arousal wouldn't cease, unfortunately. Maybe no one would notice.