So you got to work. You trained in several forms of martial arts, which was drastically sped up by the whole not needing to sleep thing. The ol' engin...ering degree came in handy as you whipped up a few little gadgets to aid in your exploits. And you put together a bodysuit padded with a kevlar-like material. Durable, but also silent and lightweight. After coming back from the dead once, you didn't really feel like trying that again, so you started out small time with muggers and whatnot.. He bowed awkwardly, and stammered, "Good morning, Camorra, sir. I trust this day finds you well?" As he made eye contact, the faintest of blushes suffused over his cheeks. Camorra stifled a groan at the sight of it, and returned, "Yes, young man, very well. I trust you were not troubled by unwelcome dreams? I know what disturbances an unfamiliar bed can wreak upon the mind, especially if one is prior troubled." Camorra was almost stunned at the words that escaped him, but the sight of that. I hurried to the bus stop, barely made it. I boarded the bus, grabbed a seat near the front so I could get off quick. As the bus started to move, my bladder began to ache. The urgency started to grow quickly and immensely. I was bouncing and wiggling all around my seat. I was struggling to hold on, I was beginning to panic. My body began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. I felt little beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I started feeling little shivers run throughout my body. My pussy. When they reached the fourth floor, they found Jane’s door unlocked, and could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Matt pressed in through to the kitchen and picked an apple up out of a bowl on the table, then followed the rest of them into Jane’s room, before they plopped down the bed. He shined the apple lazily on his shirt, watching the bathroom door. ‘Here we go again…’ **** Unlike the day before – two days before? – Jane showered, dried her hair and dressed in record time. After.