How each author handles the telling of their story provides immense variety in plot, tone, and approach.My own interpretation of the idea behind the N...S universe is one of denial—the source of my pen name. Not only do I want to deny that such a universe is possible, I also want to challenge the very notion that a society could require kids to be naked in school. While I was writing, I soon realized that the premise of the NiS universe could be viewed as a metaphor for government overreach into. We were now alone. She was standing shyly in a corner. I called her to me. She came and at my request sat down near me. “why are you quiet?” I asked. She shook her head indicating ‘no’ and smiled. I took her hand in mine and raising it to my lips, kissed it. She pulled it free and covered her face in shyness. I drew her on to my lap and kissed her on her eyes. She didn’t respond. I caressed her face and then kissed her on her cheek. This time she looked at me and smiled. I was bewitched. I. She had on a baby blue short nightgown with matching panties. She walked toward me and looked down at my lap. The head of my cock was poking out the leg opening. She said “hmm. I wondered what that was going to look like hard”. That confirmed her looking in the mirror from the kitchen. It was past stopping at that point. I wanted her as much as she did me. I stood up and took her hand and led her to the bed. I sat her down and she reached forward to my boxers. She said. “let me get a better. I was embarrassed. It occurred to me how strange this was. If Jen was interested in me, wouldn't she be upset that Colette had just painted me over with kisses? "Ah, sorry about that," I said, grabbing a napkin and trying to wipe it away. "You missed a spot," she said, pointing to her upper lip. I wiped it with the napkin, then took a drink of my coffee."You look a little flushed," she grinned, "are you feeling o.k.?" Uh, yeah, fine." I tried to change the subject, "What are you reading?" Oh,.