I was getting out of it. I was going to see Tom the next night, and tell him the bet was off.I got up that morning, and Heather had made my favorite b...eakfast-and was being awfully nice. She sat across from me, eating, and said, "Look, honey, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't love you. It's just that Tom is sexy." I'm canceling the bet," I said abruptly."Huh?" she said."I'm going to see Tom tomorrow, and I'm canceling the bet." Honey, if you do that, he'll never let you live it down." I don't. “You like bananas?” I asked. “I know you do.”I slowly worked my way down with the banana, stroking her thighs softly. Then I slowly dragged the banana across her womanhood, slightly harder and deeper each time until the banana glistened in the morning breeze with the wetness of her fresh juices. I took the banana and dragged it over her top lip, under her nose, forcing her to smell her own scent.“You smell good, don’t you?” I asked. The only answer was a soft moan.I then took the banana and. “He well remembers you Jack, and told me you put once a toad in his desk. Mister Childs could not believe I was your son, and said I had more intelligence in my little finger than you had in your entire body.”In fact it was not me who placed the toad in Doc Child’s desk but a fellow pupil named Mervyn Gadsby. ‘Gadzooks’, as we knew him, was a joker and prankster, and had been severely thrashed by the headmaster, Walter Huggins, a day earlier for a similar jape. If Mervyn suffered another. My lack of sleep was taking its toll, obvious by my inability to concentrate. While true, those nighttime incidences had frightened me. Another feeling had crept in as well; I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I vowed to stay awake that night and plugged in a small nightlight, so I wasn't left in total darkness. Clutching my pillow, I waited. My eyes watched for the tiniest movement. My ears strained to hear any noise that didn't belong. I lost track of time and then it happened. The skin on.