“Huh?” Olivia looked at him, confused. “Janitors only clean. The people Hazelwood employs are custodians. They work with the heating, lighting, plumbing, and general well-being of the school. Calling a custodian is like calling a judge a small-time lawyer or something. It relegates their work.” Phil was good friends with a few of the custodians at Hazelwood, amateur and always liked to make sure they were well-respected and well-represented. Olivia broke out into a huge smile. “Alright, I can dig it.” she replied. “Want a hit?” She gestured the blunt towards Phil. Phil had, up until this point, only had two experiences with weed. The first was with his older brother and his friends, and the second was when he attempted to roll and smoke a joint with his friend Jeff, and ended up canoeing it. At that point it was easier for him to just write off smoking and say he wasn’t about it, but he knew the truth. And the longer he stayed silent, the more he knew he was admitting to Olivia that he wanted to try. Eventually, the silence reached a crescendo as a smile appeared on Olivia’s face, seemingly reading his own. Rolling his eyes, he took the blunt from her and wordlessly put it into his mouth. He may have cared about upholding the school’s rules, but he was also curious, and plus, even though he couldn’t publicly go against the rules, he also couldn’t look like a square in front of the school’s population. Phil pulled smoke from the blunt into his mouth then passed it back, blowing the smoke out of his mouth immediately. Olivia started to laugh. “What?” Phil immediately asked. “You’re such a square.” Olivia grinned. “You need to get it into your lungs. Here.” She readied the blunt and gestured to him. “Like this. Think about taking a slow, deep breath. Don’t stop until you actually feel it enter your lungs. You should also get a little bit of normal air to mix with the smoke.” True to her words, she took a long, slow inhale, held it in for a bit, then released it. “Like that. Okay?” “Don’t fucking call me a square.” Phil said with a little more hostility than he intended as he took the blunt, and tried again. He knew the next homemade criticism was going to be the whole coughing thing, and he already got that out of the way with his brother - he focused on taking a small hit, nothing more than he could Amateur Porn handle, all the while making it look like he was taking a much bigger hit. It wouldn’t have hurt to impress, right? Olivia was certainly right - it felt a lot better. The second Phil exhaled Japanese Porn he felt his whole world light up a little bit more. Those little black spots of stars clouded his vision - real the kind he was used to seeing right before he passed out as a kid. He blinked a few more times, relishing the feeling of being lighter than he felt before, and broke out into a small smile, staring at the blunt. “Damn…” he muttered, loud enough for Olivia to hear, to her amusement. “...Damn!” “Glad you came around.” Olivia replied, taking the blunt back for another smoke. ‘Interesting’ I thought. "No problem. I just… don’t want to homemade date you.” Her hand returned to her lap and she let out an angry groan. The White Demon has amateur apparently been leading unorthodox strikes of both psychological real and physical nature against the Greek armies encamped in the jungle for the past six months. And of course sightseeing at sixty-some different ports. As they were all Amateur Porn slightly intoxicated, and Carolina found herself wanting more time with Michael, she agreed and they walked to the hotel and into the boys’ suite. She sat down on the Japanese Porn toilet – and she could feel drops of his urine on the seat. “Now, what girl down there have you had your eye on. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘WE CAN’T DO THIS NOW?!’” Things have gotten so confusing.