"My honor has been long gone, sorry to say," Sam chuckled and it was the truth. High school, junior year! That was when he officially said goodbye to his honor. Scooting closer, he leaned in and draped one arm around Joanie. "Hopefully he won't regret that tattoo when he decides having clouds on his arm is kind of odd. What, you don't think I'm sexy anyway?" He pretended to be aghast at this.