I motioned to the table and she put it down, her eyes never leaving the blue glow flickering between my fingertips. I took a long sip of the wine, shi...ering slightly at the acidic bite. It was not the best I'd had, nor the worst. The girl backed away from the table, almost bumping into another patron at the table between the fireplace and the bar before remembering to turn around.With my cup in front of me, and with a sip from it having diminished my desire for more, I sat waiting for my meal. Thom thought this was a great idea. Shewouldn't be hanging out with all of her new dark friends. What Thomdidn't know was that Cheryl was going over to Syndy's house instead andwas going to use the time to change her whole look. She had packed hergoth clothes in her suitcase and when she came back, she would have atotally different look.As Cheryl was about to leave, Thom looked her over. She was wearing apair of jeans and a t-shirt with a pepsi logo on it. Thom thought shelooked fine. Did it excite the people in the dream? Did it excite you?”Another long pause—this time, however, Ginny’s response was silent. Instead of speaking, she opened the waistband of her skinny jeans, and slid her hand beneath her silky panties. Her suspicions had all come to fruition. Her shinning wet fingers told the truth. She guided Will’s hand to her oozing pudenda. “I was at least this wet down there,” she said pressing against the pressure of his touch.Will was not quick to answer with words.. ."Seth's mother shook her head in obvious disapproval and pushed at a few strands of hair with the back of her hand. She sniffed, and Seth knew from long experience that the subject was closed. "No sense crying over spilt milk, is there?" She made a small smile, and Seth fought down a lump in his throat and forced a weak face in return. He felt at the worn floorboards with his bare feet. "Run over to your uncle's store," said his mother, "and tell him exactly what you have done, what you said..