"Maybe someday but not today Yami-chan." he said as you felt his breath on your breasts.You sighed nodding as you pulled his head back up to your leve... and kissed him again running your fingers along his surprisingly muscular chest. Your hands reached his pants as you pulled away slightly looking down and helping you take them off to see his boxers with little teddy bears on them (That would be so cute ^^ ). You giggled lightly as you could almost see a blush reach his cheeks from where you saw. When Cheryl sat on a stool near his head and started to knead his neck, he imagined her strong shoulders rolling forward with each stroke. He imagined her not in the nurse’s scrubs that she wore, but in a deep-necked top that hung off one shoulder, exposing the line of her clavicle. In his mind, he saw a bead of sweat meander down her neck before following the collar bone to her sternum. And so it went this way for half an hour. It was time for her to massage his chest, arms, and quadriceps.. After the long two day wait and many hours of contemplation, Sister Lucia was escorted again to Monsignor Flavin's study."It is time for you to be punished for your disobedience and obstinacy. Are you ready to obey me and to be an obedient pupil of the College of Correction and Redemption?" he asked."Yes, ... Master," she said, "please do not punish me too hard. I am now resolved to obey." Disrobe," he ordered, "You should always disrobe for punishment," and she moved to do as she was told as. " Yeah, I think so."Suddenly, he gasped. Not dead yet, it seemed. "You bitch!" he sputteredout, before his body started shimmering."What the hell?" Sarah and I both asked in unison."You! You ruined me!" He was coughing up blood, and looked distorted,almost like he was emitting light.I walked up behind Nigel, pulled his head backwards so he was facing me,and said, "Yeah, well, you wanted a fight to the death. Hope you enjoyit." With that, I shoved him to the ground. The shimmering.