" Dude, you got any money, we need to go to the Grocery Store." he says as he opens the door. When he sees your not in your room he looks around quizzically. " Where did he go? He better not have gone to get fast food." Ricky was the most muscular of Zach's friends. He was 6'2, hairy, muscular, Greek, and was the richest guy in the house. Ricky knew this and would often go buy food and eat it in the living room with his feet up on the coffee table and watch T.V. Ricky went to the local college with Zach and Andy, but Ricky was also on the football team. Ricky may have been a selfish jerk yesterday, but now he looked like a true Greek god standing in the door way in only his week old, size to small boxers. Ricky looked around the room for a snack, but didn't see anything, but then he jumped onto your bed sending you flying. Ricky knew where you kept your secret stash of snacks. Right on the other side of your bed, so he took the fastest route there. You feel like your going to faint. You begin to fall, but where?
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