After a few moments, I sat up in bed, brushed the hair from my eyes,yawned and stretched, swung back the duvet and put my feet into my low-heeled mule... before standing up and re-arranging my nightie which hadmanaged to wind itself round my waist again during the night.Into the bathroom for the morning wash and brush-up before returning tomy bedroom to dress for the day's activities.As it was a school-day, I knew I wasn't expected to be particularlydressed up but to be in my school uniform with. More and more, I was taking the passive role. Actually, I hardly ever initiated sex except for that first week. Thereafter, even though the dick between our pair was mine, Kyle took the ‘traditional’ male role. I didn’t mind at all – in fact, I encouraged it: it made my secret plan all the more appropriate. We were sorely tempted to take a sick day or two per week, but managed to restrain our lusts for appearances’ sake. We did manage some form of sex-play every night, and most every morning.. And in those jogging shorts, he looked good.I even fantasized about taking something over and going through his back gate and catching him naked out by his pool getting an all-over tan and offering him a handjob. Yes, slutty thoughts, yes, they were, like I said, I'm human. Then, I even dreamed about coming in his back gate and pulling off my clothes to straddle him in the bright, warm sun.I did begin to dress a bit differently when I knew I would see him and started choosing what I wore to be. “We stored one body in a specimen container and where just about to do the same to the second when Krabbel raised alarm and you decided to examine a local life from close up.”That reminded me and I pulled the .45 put it on the table and took it apart as the Marine instructor had showed me and begun to clean the gun. It came in quite handy and I promised myself to keep it in perfect working order.Wetmouth was next. “All evidence suggests that he was not murdered but committed suicide, but I am.