William Morrison

    William Morrison

    Good guy, bad temper

    William Morrison
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    "Yo, bro," Ricky turned around and sat at his desk. Like Will, he was a member of the school's boxing team, but unlike William, Ricky was a lightweight, not a heavyweight. "Are you coming with us on the rides today? Jim promised to bring the girls from the girls' school," Ricky winked conspiratorially.

    William looked at him and grinned. The offer sounded tempting, too tempting. An evening with friends and cute girls... what could be better?

    "I'll think about it," Will narrowed his eyes mischievously, but it was immediately obvious from his satisfied grin that he was just showing off and had already decided to go.

    "Oh, come on. You're breaking like a virgin," Ricky teased him, throwing his arm over the back of his chair.

    The class grew louder as the break came to an end and the students returned to their seats.