Picking up my guitar I sauntered into the fresh Parisian morning feeling a wave of giddy exhilaration wash over me. The thud of my boots on the paveme...t and the incessant chirping of the birds in the trees overhead were the only sounds to be heard as I strolled through the Bois de Boulogne. I smoked contentedly and as I walked toward the Metro I saw the Champs Elysees framed by the rising sun and grinned. Life just didn't get much better than this.When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into. You could she her fantastic ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts, and her nipples were already hard. Every eye in that section of the library went to her. She was aware of it. As she passed I noticed her left hand fingers making little "follow me" motions. I got up and asked my friend to watch my Mac. "No prob, bro, and good luck." I followed discretely behind her until she went to the women's restroom. She turned, smiled, and waited for me to look around and then follow her through the door.. "Had some boys take care of it. Nice touch that one, thought of it myself. So, anyway, that's the bad news. Your parents wrote to say they are calling off the search. After you killed Mittens they never want to see you again even if you do show up."Katie broke down in tears. She lunged for the principal, wanting to choke him. All the hatred that had been building up inside of her was unleashed. She wanted revenge for the pain and humiliation, for the cum dinners and the constant rape. The. After all, you are only human." "Mom what are you getting at?" Chris said, knowing exactly what was going to come out of her mouth next. "Look I am aware that you are attracted to me, and that is okay. I dont want you to feel like you have to be ashamed. In fact, to be perfectly honest with you, I think you are an attractive young man also. You look alot like your father." Diane explained. Chris did not know what to say so he just told the truth. What else could.