Some of them want to get used by you. ( Ash Furn & Kinker Bell )

Mos was still a little pissed about the events of the week. That fucking bitch. She had more or less begged him to take her out a couple of years ago. It was a way for her to climb the social ladder of the school. He understood that. But he felt he should at least get something out of it. Sure she occasionally gave him head, or let him fuck her. But that was not often enough to put up with her bullshit. Hell he didn't even actually cheat on her. Just looked at a girl at the mall who was wearing clothes that would be impossible for any one not to look. Hell Even if he was GAY he would have stared for a bit. No one was that Gay. Truth be told.. he himself was a little bit. Though he was attracted to the feminine.. something about chicks with dicks drove him wild. Hell.. That one kid.. the school fag.. he was pretty hot, especially in a micro dress.

He was just thinking about the boy, and that he would have a nice wank session later that day when he spotted him. It was on one of the side streets leading away from the school. Walking in this rain. No umbrella or coat, or anything. Mos actually felt a little bad about that. And shruged, changing direction in his Blue FJ cruiser. Modified for offroading in the Mountains around, and pulled up behind him. Pressing down on the horn, that he had replaced with one from a train. Smiling. He was going to offer him a Ride... there was little reason that Mos couldn't be an ass about it.