Rosa unhooked her arms and tried to seem nonchalant as she wandered away from the clerk, poking at bags on the shelves and attempting to ascertain the...r contents. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" The clerk asked, taking her place behind the counter at the back of the shop. Rosa honestly had no idea, but felt compelled to at least buy something. This she voiced to the clerk, who smiled again and produced a packet from a bowl on the counter. Approaching the desk, warmth from the lit. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a dummy filling.Oleg’s favourite was a special version which shot a stream of body heat fluid instead of exploding. Sluts liked these. He liked setting them off when the girl least expected it. On a pedestrian crossing. At a Supermarket check out. He loved watching the girls as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their clits as the fluids squirted. He also loved their embarrassment as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet. Kenny was grinning, “I’ll have to eat with you more often Chuck, you seem to draw a nice crowd. I like your crowds.”We ate with lots of joking and laughing. Everyone at the table was a sophomore or better. Misty and Kenny were sophomores so they were only a year older than I was. All of them were razing each other about associating with a freshman. I recognized one of the girls as being in my advanced algebra class. She gave me kudos saying that I was a standout in her class. Kenny said I could. " She could see what he was talking about as soon as he pointed it out, and could see he was right. He made the changes, and yes, it really was better.Over the course of a couple years it had become routine. Only rarely was the write-up for the chamber story longer than two or three paragraphs, but by such gentle lessons Weber taught her things like good leads, simple but effective writing, pyramiding stories, and other tricks. She also came to understand that he really wasn't a dour old.