Lunch and a nap

Feeling hungry, you head to the kitchen and make yourself a sandwich, washing it down with a glass of water. You make a mental note that you should buy a few groceries, and tell yourself it will be a first priority after Tony Dogs gets you a car. You know you can eat at the school's cafeteria, but you'd feel better with a few basic supplies on hand.

Having eaten you pick up the history text the school uses and relax on the couch to read it. Your attention quickly wanders and you find it difficult to stay focused on what to you are tedious and inconsequential facts. You drift back to thoughts of vengeful mobsters, then to the memory of violating Chanel in the dark last night. You could definitely do with another crack at that hot and haughty bitch you tell yourself, still remembering the grip of her tight young cunt as you drift into a dozing nap.