<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>You ever explore on <em>weed?</em></strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/celebrities/kat-von/d-latina-magazine-november-2013/Kat-Von-D:-Latina-Magazine--05.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Robin Kriegsman<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> 1st Year Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxing...<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|07|16 8:25 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> SHANE HARRIS - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Robin could sense Shane's eyes upon her.  She recognized the look on her face and the demeanor of her body.  All that was needed was a little incentive from Robin and the first thing she'd know of this school is how Shane Harris tastes when wet.  That was until she pulled out her knife and scared the living shit out of the woman on her bed.  Bemused, she pretended not to see Shane's furtive glance to the door - calculating whether or not she could slip out before Robin could get to her.  <br/><br/>After she was settled with her back to the wall and Shane was passing the pipe to her, she nodded.  <strong>I've heard that before.  About the bi-vibe, but guys rarely know what the hell they are doing and I'd rather sit back and enjoy rather than having to teach.</strong>  She took a deep inhale and closed her eyes.  The smoke burned her lungs and the pain - focused in one physical location - calmed her.  Earlier, when her mother, brother and that dickwad had dropped her off, she felt like she was being pulled into every possible direction.  But here - now - she felt centered in herself.  She let the smoke out slowly after holding it as long as she could.  Unlike Shane, Robin did cough.<br/><br/>It was powerful weed.  It was consolidated and immediate.  It would take Robin weeks to work her way through the dime bag she had and the knowledge that she had relief whenever she wanted it was comforting.  <strong>I made them.  The underwear.</strong>  She twisted to show the words on her ass.  The play on the Army slogan was geared towards her last girlfriend who joined the Army to escape the repercussions her stepfather would waste upon her as her supervisor.  Robin knew going after his personal assistant was risky, but he never intended it to backfire on Carrie.  It was only supposed to cause problems for Bryan and fucking the chick he felt was within his control was supposed to be a nice way to show her lack of affection for him.  A welcome to the family gift, as it was.  Bryan showed her in the end.  Carrie is gone.  <strong>I like to surround myself with validating life images.</strong>  <br/><br/>She passed the pipe back to Shane and pointed her thumb to the wall behind her.  <strong>I'm going to paint something here.  Probably - no, most certainly - of you.</strong>  Robin smiled widely before laying down next to Shane.  <strong>You know there are ways to welcome me well...</strong>  She bit her lip and looked at Shane's lips before lowering her head close to hers and lightly grazing her lips against Shane's.  It was an invitation that she need not accept, but if she did....<br/></span></span>