Sarah was a friend of mine who many of the guys liked. She was carefree and never really let anything bother her. It also didn’t hurt that she was a smoking hot blonde with an athletic body. She was on the basketball team and volleyball team in high school, but decided to pursue her studies and passed on volleyball scholarships when it came time for college.
I would like to think that on some level, guys have a sort of simplistic telepathy. For example, once while hanging at the park, the guys, without saying a word, somehow coordinated a plan to steal Sarah’s shoe.
It all started when Sarah borrowed one of the guys’ sweatshirts without asking. Continue reading “The Grass is Greener”