You know about what Lizzy sees when she looks at people?" I wouldn't say I know – I certainly don't understand it – but she explained that she doe...n't see people the way we do." Right," I said. "Allison has a theory that what she sees is a sort of energy pattern that we each generate. She got the idea from something a Russian scientist discovered years ago. He theorized that all living creatures generated this sort of 'field', and that each one was unique. I think it had something to do with. . Everyday I just hate myself and I hide what I truly feel." He placed his hand on my knee and my heart began to pound. I had no idea where this was going and I honestly didnt want to find out. "Listen, Scott," I interjected, "I accept your apology but you really should get going, I have homework and—" My sentence was left at only a fragment as my words had been interrupted by soft, supple lips connecting with mine. I pulled back instantly and wiped my mouth on my sweathirt sleeve. Scott only. On the way to our room, Wendy asks me, am I doing this often. I say no. Not all women can do this. I ask her how she feel being fuck under water. She says it is very sensational. It is a good experience and fun, which no words can explain. Actually, we can do this during the day if the area is not too crowded. People around do not know what we are doing under water. They cannot see. This is also my first time, which I never could dream. She says she would not know if she has a chance to don it. Echoes of our panting. Our obscene act in a white room. Your beautiful soft round breasts moving freely against the square boring but strong tiles. Your nails in my back, making me almost curse the room with my ruby blood. My strong hand around your obedient neck, making your almost ruby head clash with the walls. Every little drop helped the tower thrust inside the cave. Every intense mix of warm bodies and water against the cold air and walls helped the cave surround the tower. Harder..