Either way, I'd be thrilled to know you're going out there and trying."Without a word, Paige slipped off the bed and walked into me for a hug. Still s...ated, I wrapped my arms around her as she turned and sat in my lap, still short enough to be able to pillow her head on my shoulder. I held her for a long time, neither of us speaking. And though I hadn't intended it, I did feel a little like she and I were "breaking up".Eventually, Paige pulled back with tears in her eyes. Sniffling, she gripped. Walking down a couple of rows, I slid into my seat. Tomy right was an older man who had his hand in his pantsjacking off. Not wanting to stare, I turned back to the screen.Shortly, the older man to my right slowly moved over tothe seat next to mine. Out of the corner of my eye Icould see he now had his cock out and was slowlystroking it. As I started to pay more attention to himthen what was happening on the screen, he reached overand placed his hand on my inner thigh, slowly strokingmy thigh. Slight freckles adorn her soft cheeks and accentuate her perky little nose. Her fine feline ears swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of sounds. Right now they alternate between flaring flat backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity puffs, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.Her lithe form flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending. Twenty one years since you began this journey known as life.At least that was what the blaring buzz from your desk top alarm told you. Glancing at the offending piece of technology you grumble in annoyance, with all of these advances in human technology and people can't even figure out how to make a damned alarm sound more pleasant. With a quick lash of your hand you shut off the offending equipment, muttering in annoyance as you slowly sit up in your bed. Twenty one years old, attending.