What the hell was this thing, anyway?"Do you turn on? Am I supposed to do something with you?" he muttered uncomfortably. The device remained motionle...s in his hand.He touched the screen again, this time keeping his finger atop the green glow. When he moved it, the glow followed. It's touch-sensitive, he thought distractedly. How do I turn it on? Do I want to turn it on?Remembering suddenly, Todd grabbed the foam wrapper and, finding nothing inside, picked up the box and looked inside. Aha! he. That one volley was enough! The crowd started to run away, but I jammed in another magazine and switched to semi-automatic fire. I picked off the last of the KKK leaders and four of the remaining six rioters with my 10 shots. The last two had gotten out of range by the time I got around to them, so they escaped being killed, but I would not be surprised if they did carry some buckshot with them.We left the men lying in the street while we waited for the marshal and his deputy to show up. There. Oh my god,what had I done."Ok, we'll see you next week. You should get an automated callconfirming the appointment one to two days beforehand. Have a goodevening." Thank you." And I hung up. Then, unlike the receptionist, I proceededto be completely unprofessional as I went to my bedroom, lifted mydress and jerked off. As usual, all my male shame and terror at what Iwas doing to myself came flooding back the moment I came, but this timethe magnitude of what I'd just done, the adrenaline of. It scared me that she would discover how it had gotten me sexually excited. I really didn't want to do it.Mrs. Jones had always seemed to be somewhat stern and solemn in the classroom, but my uneasiness was related directly to that book, because she already must know that I was aware of the "dirty" stuff and would surely find out about my own pecadillos (i.e., jacking off) while reading it or so I worried. But, now her demeanor seemed to have changed and she didn't sound threatening at all..