There really wasn't a whole lot of stuff going on after spring break. Mostly ACT tests and shit like that. I snuck over to moms a few times late night...to fuck the baby sitter. Dustin still went to bed pretty early, so Mindy and me had plenty of time for a romp on the kitchen table. I did get into this one fight in the hallway about 2 weeks before the end of the year. Some smart ass dude said something kinda off about my lil bro, Dustin. Don't really remember now what e said, but I just dragged. "Couldn't see how anybody'd gain if I did. There's sure no gain for me. I don't see how Asmedogh could gain, his people clearly aren't ready to meet us yet or they'd have made contact instead of hiding. And your 'authorities, ' what would they get out of it?" Aren't you taking kind of a lot on yourself?" How's that?" Well, look, Nick," she said in a tone that was maybe a little too carefully reasonable. "I know you feel like Asmedogh's your friend, and maybe he is. But he's first and foremost. “So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or surrender to me.”His jaw set.I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the. He lets none of it go to waste. He either is curled back over himself andsquirts his always generous load directly into his gaping mouth or spills hisseed into a cup or glass, to then be upturned and drained into his eagermouth. On this occasion he is reliving the last nights dream and can still see andhear the struggles and cries of his victim. His member is jerking andflinging pre-cum over his stomach and thighs Not wanting to stop thestimulation of his nipples to fondle and caress.