cgraven
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A new life for a young innocent Student.
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Ginger Metcalf had made a fortune by knowing his market and what they wanted, and Ginger was more than welling to sell his product, drugs! He sold whatever was desired. Oh, he had made enemies over the years and he dealt with them harshly and quickly. Ginger was aware of his lack of education and he knew he could trust no one but himself so he decided to go back to school to be specific the local college to study accounting. It was there that he first saw her a cute little blonds with a sensual almost seductive figure. Damn but if he were a bit younger………he let the thought slip from his mind.
He was here at the student union to meet a student tutor, a Miss Sinclare to help him adapt to the college and what was required. It had been years since Ginger left school.
The fetching, gorgeous blonde that attracted Ginger’s attention stood there looking around, then walk towards where he sat drinking a cup of coffee. The young beauty asked,
“Are you Ginger Metcalf?”
“Yes I am, how can I help you Miss?”
His voice was dark, rich, and there was a subtle confidence to it that was very different to the boys of her own age. That voice felt as much as heard.
This is a closed thread for cgraven and Becca57
Ginger Metcalf had made a fortune by knowing his market and what they wanted, and Ginger was more than welling to sell his product, drugs! He sold whatever was desired. Oh, he had made enemies over the years and he dealt with them harshly and quickly. Ginger was aware of his lack of education and he knew he could trust no one but himself so he decided to go back to school to be specific the local college to study accounting. It was there that he first saw her a cute little blonds with a sensual almost seductive figure. Damn but if he were a bit younger………he let the thought slip from his mind.
He was here at the student union to meet a student tutor, a Miss Sinclare to help him adapt to the college and what was required. It had been years since Ginger left school.
The fetching, gorgeous blonde that attracted Ginger’s attention stood there looking around, then walk towards where he sat drinking a cup of coffee. The young beauty asked,
“Are you Ginger Metcalf?”
“Yes I am, how can I help you Miss?”
His voice was dark, rich, and there was a subtle confidence to it that was very different to the boys of her own age. That voice felt as much as heard.
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