Sometimes an awful thought invades my mind. It is evil, so evil that at first I adamantly refused it entrance. But it kept coming back. It kept knocki...g until I gave up and let it in.This awful thought is about Eric's kisses, his touches, his mere presence. They have taken my senses to a whole new level. Chicago turned me from a nice and healthy vanilla girl into a very sensuous creature. There are times when I feel as if each and every one of my billion pores possesses a miniscule but highly. Seconds later, my hands are around his throat and I’m straddling him, holding him to the ground. “Still kinky as ever,” he laughs. “Turn your emotions back on,” I tell him. “What are you talking about,” he says, with a look of mock innocence on his face. “Fuck Tobias,” I say, strengthening my grip on his throat. “Turn your emotions on. We’ve talked about this before.” “It’s so much easier this way,” he says. His eyes flash red. I look deep into his eyes. “Turn your emotions on,” I say. His. The first few minutes of any defensive training was spent repeating the final fifteen minutes of the last lesson to refresh their memory and to warm them up.We worked out very hard for two hours then took a ten minute fluid break, both emptying and refilling. We repeated the process again for two more hours before I made them take a hi-calorie energy and fluid break.It was during this break that the Jones and Jones crew made their way into the gym to leave their trucks and pick up the pool. Jessica Drew," I said with a mild Scottish lilt. Gwen snorted. "SureFlash. Take a seat." Thanks," He looked me over. "Huh. Oh, so yeah. We're going to theCoffee Bean after school. Would you guys like to join us?" Us?" I asked, hoping he would extrapolate."Me. Liz Allen. We hang there. It's cool," He said. "I think it's greatby the way. You being gay." Uh. Huh..." I couldn't figure his angle. "Is there something you wantedto talk about...?" I asked. "About being gay?"Flash seemed embarrassed.