I *could* change history. I have to try." "But if Jeannie never becomes a genie, you two will never meet," Roger said with a show of real sympathy. "I...am prepared to trade my happiness for hers." The Story Continues***Footnotes***1) This is the space for a future alternative plot line.2) I have no idea what happens between these scenes. It's just a logical place for a scene or three.3) No, there was no hardcore sex, lesbian, hetro, or other. Besides the fact that all but Puck only inhaled the. "You are mine tonight," he said, and then kissed me. No, he didn't kiss me; he took possession of my mouth. He released my hands, but by then I had grabbed one of my wrists with a hand, and I left them behind my back. He swooped me up in his arms and carried me the short way to the bed. He laid me down and I stayed where he left me, as he walked to his closet.He returned a moment later with a handful of ties. He dropped them on the edge of the bed and positioned my limbs so that I was spread. Callie's eyes flew open in what Lydia imagined was probably a prickingsensation. Lydia felt her hips continue pounding Callie's cum loggedpussy as she watched her ex-friend deflate before her eyes startingfrom her mouth. The deflation rapidly spread through Callie, claimingher head, then torso. As it reached her pelvis, the boy came again,giving Lydia the surreal view of his jizz spilling out under emptyskin. When he finished, Lydia picked Callie's skin from his cock andextracted it from its. They probably wonder where I am, come to think of it. I'll have to think of a little white lie to tell them," she pleaded with me."That's not so much a little white lie as a major dark one. If you want to spend the night, fine. But you stay naked and ready in case I want some more tail from you. Either hole, too," I insisted."Yes, of course, Mark. Thanks. I can't bear to deal with their questions right now, especially since that Long Island iced tea won't be easy to hide on my breath," she.