Read at your own discretion.---------------------------------------------------------It was a normal Friday afternoon for me. I had finished my colle...e classes for the day as well as my weekly grocery shopping, and I was driving back to my apartment. I am currently single and still a virgin, but I'm not alone. In that tiny, single-bedroom apartment, I live with quite possibly the most beautiful thing in the world, Debbie.No, she's not my girlfriend or my hot cousin or girl next door. She's. He didn’t fall. In fact, he completed the pass for first down and the Eagles went on to score.So, okay, clearly I didn’t have a general power to just wish-something-and-make-it-so. Not even little, two-bit nosebleeds, or quarterback fall-downs.So much for influencing events in general.But I could sure as hell fucking kill people. So I went back to focusing exclusively on that.Did I worry about the morality of offing perfect (okay, imperfect) strangers — willy-nilly?Nope. Not even a little bit.. (He called home to say he was working late. He wanted to go to my apartment but I told him I'd love to see a movie with him, just for once. So, we did.)J: Missed you too but we can't do this here.P: Yes, I know, baby. I just want to feel you. (He was massaging my tits and we barely noticed the movie starting.)Peter then unbuttoned two more buttons of my blouse and hungrily sucked on my nipple. I had to stop myself from moaning. We were lucky that the cinema wasn't packed. The audience was too. I pant and moan as your nails drawblood from my skin. "G-d, my back is burning and it feels so good," I thinkto myself, almost purring softly as I press back against your nails hungrily. You grin, watching mydesire for pain take control, watching me lose this battle for power. …Atleast, that's what you think. I surprise you when I growl and roll over ontomy back. Now, my cuffed hands are pressed against your chest, nails readyto strike. Your nails still latch onto my shoulders, scratching and.