It seemed to me that she looked very nervous as she took a single step into the room, then the door closed behind her.Eddy didn't say anything to her, but he nodded his head and from this nod, the girl must have interpreted it to mean that she should walk to the center of the room, because that's what she did, and then she turned and looked over toward Eddy who was still sitting in his chair.Eddy just stared at her silently. The girl looked around nervously. She looked at me for several seconds then her eyes returned to Eddy's.Suddenly, Eddy stood up and stepped quickly up to the girl. Reaching under his coat he withdrew a pistol, cocked it and then pressed the barrel against the side of the girl's head.I watched as the girl got weak in the knees and her eyes filled with fear.Eddy continued to stare at her. Then Eddy gave the girl a small gesture with his free hand as if to say "well?"I don't know how but somehow the girl knew what Eddy wanted, even though he hadn't asked for it with. I caught her occasionally ogling me, and of course I was ogling her, like the rest of the males. Ginger was as gregarious as I had ever seen her, probably at least slightly fueled by the numerous drinks she required her husband to fetch her. About an hour before the party was to end, I came to an epiphany. Hell I wasn’t long for the school since I could graduate early at the beginning of March if I wanted to, and having never really liked Josh or respected his father, I decided I would find out if Ginger actually wanted some action. So I cleverly maneuvered myself into a one-on-one conversation with her, in a corner of her spacious den. “Well G” [that is what she wanted all of Josh’s “friends” to call her] “on behalf of the entire team we want to thank you not just for this wonderful party, but also for your contribution today.” “What do you mean Randy?” “Well like you always do you distracted the swimmers on the other team, and that was certainly worth our two point margin of.
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