"Why not? You have to admit, that was really funny. At least you got to get off on it." I replied."You embarassed me...that was- You can't just do tha... to someone, let alone in school!" I think you enjoyed it, didn't you? Even though there's a tiny stain on your perfect record, I know for a fact that you were, and are probably still, horny as hell." I said."Well...nonetheless, please, never again." she begged.I replied, "Oh, not that. That was way too risky, I got carried away.", I whispered.. " ...fuck me Emmie! fuck me ... oh god, Emmie... oooohhhhhh..."I didn't say anything at breakfast the next day. But Emmie was smiling and humming little happy tunes. Then she was off to the library on her bicycle.I went to her bedroom and found her laptop. It was allready on, and the browser was showing her social web page. I looked at the menus and one of them was for PM, private messages. There were a lot there from Theresa, under the name BrotherLove69. Most of them contained conversations. One thing they were unanimous about: send the women of the team. The final action was the one suggested by Zeus’ personality – although it was translated by ‘Michael Lenti.’ The other suggestions were more extreme.Two days later, Armis, Avis MoKenna, and Carolyn Osgood were waiting in the kitchen/living room of the home when the Zimri family woke for the morning. All three wore camo fatigues, and black hoods over their heads. The mother was first and she was easily subdued and tied to a chair.. "Now I know exactly how he feels. Everybody has expectations for me. Be a good student. Win medals at tumbling. Be an innocent little girl. Follow in your parents footsteps." she paused. "Now saying I know exactly how Jacob feels might be an overstatement, but really. When does my expectations come into it? Mother, I know what happened to dad. You tried to gloss it over, but gossip at funerals is second only to bars and high school hallways. I know he got drunk one night because he lost a lot.