These men andwomen are scientists, not counselors. And the language barrier wouldjust make it so much easier to not find a reason to talk to me.So he...e I am, back with the only friend I've known in the last year, theonly one who's listened to every thought I've had: Katie's journal.It's strange to call it that, even though it's doubly correct. It usedto belong to Katie, before she died in the same plane crash I survived,and now I'm Katie too. An entirely different Katie, yet similar in. Pulling the boot closed he climbed in the passenger seat and studied her profile as she wrinkled her nose and bit her lip concentrating hard while she manoeuvred out of the airport and back onto the motorway. As his gaze travelled down he smiled as he noticed the soft outline of her bra under the sheer fabric of her blouse - how he envied the fabric against her skin caressing it as she moved in her seat. She turned and caught him staring at her she blushed slightly as if reading his mind and. In a couple of minutes the grate dropped onto the floor."Help me out of here, please."A couple of girls grabbed me by my arms, which I managed to extend forward. They then slid me out. It felt real good as my hard cock slid along the bottom of the duct."Thanks." I said. "I appreciate that." What were you doing in the vent?" A remarkably beautiful blonde asked."Actually it's a long story." I explained, "Right now I need to find the breaker box. Does anyone know where the breaker box is?"There. I was too hungry to wait for his advances and play it off as the shy girl who didn’t know any better. I closed the little distance we had between us and grabbed his package. I felt his member stiffen against the fabric of his jeans as he gasped. I smiled seductively, trailing my hands against his chest; I ran my tongue up his neck towards his ear and then whispered, “I want you. Now.” He chuckled. It was obvious he was used to the attention. Grabbing his hand, I led him away from the dance.