"No, that was one of my boy's,  he was really good with mechanics like that, better then he thought even, he expected the lock to be dead locked or broken by now, yet its still working fine"<br/>he looked at the road now, it has been sich a long time since he moved around the town like he is doing now.<br/>"so, how have you been?" He asked, he did not know what to ask otherwise at the moment<br/><br/>he was still looking out the window, an old, now closed off, shop passed by.<br/>he remembered the shop, having been there a lot when he was 18, buying beer for his friends and any other kid that paid him, stealing candy and erotic literature, he even robed the place once<br/>one time he walked into the shop, noticed michele staring at something but walking away<br/>when he was without his friends he went back, stole what she was looking at and the nect day she would have found it on her desk<br/>he never did learn if she got it as after delivering it when the class was empty his friends found him so he could not check to she if she got it or if someone else took it<br/><br/>He looked at her again, his eyes mostly gazed between her breasts, remembering the size, and her eyes<br/>it really was interesting how clothes could hide breasts like her's so well<br/>you never think she has such a great size