"Do you think it's weird that I love to hold my own mom's panties to my face and smell them? And taste them?" he asked, his breathing more shallow now...too. "Does that bother you mom? Knowing how much I love holding them while I am jerking off?"I could only think of one thing to say. "No," I whispered. "I'm glad mom," he breathed into the phone. "I want you to know how much I love holding them while we talk. It makes me feel closer to you, like you are sharing something very intimate with. " At first, the girls were ashamed, some even feeling suicidal, about it." I think I met one like that today. Jackie, Hilary's partner." Yes, it must be pretty bad for committed lesbians. I wonder what they're doing in convents, and female prisons?" Nuns are probably ok," I said, eager to show off my research knowledge. "Virgins seem to be immune. Nobody knows why yet." What makes you think that nuns are virgins, Jack?" I don't know. I just assumed that nuns didn't do that sort of thing. Isn't. You are feeling very, very sleepy’ Yes, so sleepy. Wait, why has his powerpoint gone blank? ‘Your mind is going blank, Miss Davenshaw.’ Yes. Blank…blank. ‘Your eyes are so, sooo heavy.’ Yes, so heavy ‘You can’t keep them open any longer.’ Can’t…keep…open…wait…what? ‘We will finally be able to open the Chinese securities market, Miss Davenshaw.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ Her eyes flutter and her head lolls forward. ‘Close your eyes, Miss Davenshaw. Sleep. Sleeep.’ Edmund smiled in triumph as he watched his. How the hell could I know what was going on in the brain of a woman I’d met less than twenty-four hours earlier? Or any woman if it came to that? I wasn’t stupid, but when it came to women, I was thicker than two short planks. My Knight simply threw me into the fray willy-nilly. It certainly didn’t provide any great insights, or anything else I could usefully wield in my fight to save the princess in the tower.I flashed back to Phoebe at school. She hadn’t been damaged. So why... It suddenly.