you were just walking out of the classroom and see James, The Janitor.
"hey, come with me" James said.
you could not resist, jame's slight stubble was too irresistible.
you follow him out the back of the school, walking.
"james, what is your full name?" you asked, curiously.
"I don't have a name, my parents left me when I was 14 to go to Africa. they never named me." he responded, slurring the words.
"are you drunk?" you ask him.
"only on orphan tears" he responds.
"holy shit" you mumble under your breath. orphan tears are high quality shit, it takes a lot to get it.
he quickly grabs your hand, and sticks his tongue down your throat.
