" I said. "You got that right. Maybe we can see Jake and Ben." Donna said. "I think your dreaming." I said. "There is nothing wrong with a little drea...ing." Donna said. "No there isn't." I said. Sadly we didn't see our boyfriends. I was so sore after the ride. I knew I was going to get a great night sleep.Tuesday was a pretty uneventful day. I took my life guarding class in the morning and in the afternoon I convinced Donna to go water skiing. We were all looking forward to Wednesday. We were. It was young boy dressed in leather jacket and black trousers. He had typical punk haircut. It seems that he was member of the gang. Brenda sighed; she knew that he wasn?t probably innocent. Gangs were fighting against each other, for space, drugs, money and other things. While she was kneeling under the beaten boy, checking his wounds, Punks were starring at her from the depths of the backstreet. She seemed to be absolutely concentrated on their victim, in the pale light of street lantern her. Use it if you have to. Okay?"She nodded. We had spent a great deal of time writing up defensive skills and such in plain text to copy and paste into the command window of anyone's profile. We had tested many of them to make sure they did exactly what we intended but there were a couple we were afraid to test. I only hoped they wouldn't have to use those commands."Ral, maybe I can help," offered Renée.I knew what she was thinking. With her new control over her ability to change appearance she. "Can you help me tie the laces on the boots?" she asked."Are you serious?? You want to... go... like this?" Don't you like it?" she pouted. She's messing with me. She must be messing with me.I tell her to come with me. We head back upstairs to the bedroom. I start kissing her, hard. She is clearly into it, happy to have turned me on, feeling naughty herself. I slip my hand down to her ass and pull those panties down. She'd put them on over the stockings and garter, so they came off without a.