Almost my child. Yes, that was the subject of your wretched pen. Had you kept your nonsense to yourself, no harm would have been done. But no, you had...to publish on the web. You perverted my story, and set up what you wrote in competition with my own, a dirty, nasty alternate version of my tale. You developed a large, if underground, following. My fans believed in love. Yours believed in - well, I'm not sure what they believed in. But whatever it was, it was dark and nasty. Now who do you think. He extended a hand.I shook it. That much contact with another male, I'm okay with. "Kim Duncan." Are you one, you know, like Cindy and Nikki 'an them?" In reference to what?" They're ALL graduating. Cindy and Nikki are getting master's. None of 'ems been here more than two years." Well, then, no, not exactly. I just graduated from high school this year." You're eighteen?" No, sixteen." You ARE one..." I don't suppose you're single..." Nope. Married." Damn!" he spat. "I don't work up enough. His touch was firm and sure as he rubbed her now very hard clit. The little sighing noises she made were lost, mingling with the sounds of other people crying out to each other as the made their way down other branches of the maze. Some times the sounds were just on the other side of the wall they leaned against. Phillip was expertly rubbing her and she grasped her breasts in their leather case. She fumbled to tug them free so she could pinch the hard nipples that were rubbing the leather. Her. When she launches herself on the hold-her-down assailant, and is raking at his eyes, the other, her actual fucker, figures he’s been left to fight me on his own! He folds cards and bails down the stairs. Only a minute behind him, the fella trying to see his way through cracks between his fingers, is running down the stairs also! His defense against Arrianna isn’t very effective. She’s piggyback mounted, riding him and still raking at his hands that cover his face, trying to protect his eyes!.