Rich Bitch
As soon as I first saw her, I knew she was something special, the clothes she was wearing for a starter, were worth more than my grant cheque. She wasn't the prettiest girl I've ever seen, but her body looked ok, if a bit wide at the hips. I've always enjoyed a challenge, so I nudged my flatmate Tony. "Do you know who that is?" I asked. "Yeah," he mumbled with a mouthful of pie, "she's in my Social Science class, name of Jennifer, a right rich bitch." "What's she doing coming to...