. I mean..." Are you afraid slave?" Jade sneered."A-a little, Mistress Jade. But that's not, I mean... Mistress Jade, Goddess Jasmine, could I perhaps..... I mean I know I'm not worthy, but would it be possible to somehow, uh, have both? I would do anything you ask!"Jade gave Jasmine an 'I told you so' smile before replying, rather more softly than before. "Not just yet, girl, but your answer pleases me. Now choose!" Then, Mistress Jade, if I must choose, of course, I choose you!" Kishi said. “Things have been so crazy the past day or so that I don’t think I told you how much I enjoyed working with you on your recital. You are my musical idol.” I could see her blushing but she seemed determined to get something out.“Um ... Mom said it would be okay,” she said, just above a whisper. Okay, I’m an idiot. The first thing my mind jumped to was Mrs. Marvel emphatically saying that Cindy couldn’t date me. Was that what was suddenly okay?“Okay?” I said hesitantly. I hadn’t hidden the fact. He couldn’t use this to blackmail me or he would expose himself. He still sniped at me verbally, but he was tender in his physical actions: no punches, pushes or just being mean. So as long as that was kept quiet all was cool. I was so torn with the feelings of my upbringing: this was wrong. But then I thought of my education, the class I was taking this semester. Ok hang on and try to follow along.I took a class at a community college, through a high school program that allowed HS students. Unable to bear the next kiss, next touch, next movement because it’s further form the first, closer to the last. We separate, your face retreats from mine and volcanic tears race to the corners of my eyes. My nose burns instantly with indignant desire coupled with confusion. In moments, your lips are on my eyes, trailing over my lashes, breathing them and moving across my forehead. Your lips are dry and smooth against my cheeks, my chin and down my jaw. They barely trace my jaw and I’m not even.