Roger walked down the halls, using his wheelchair. He had muscular dystrophy, bronchitis, and a weak respiratory system. He looked around, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

While Roger was rolling around in his wheelchair, he noticed a girl. She was..pretty. Roger was only fourteen, so he didn’t understand these feelings he felt. He stared at her, admiring her body, her tiny breasts, her lips, her small butt, everything.