She listened attentively and tried to give comfort and advice. “You’ll find someone sooner or later,” she had said when I had come back from a d...te one night looking noticeably depressed. The thing was Alice had been quite agreeable, but I just couldn’t go all the way. Mostly because of my nerves, but that wasn’t the only reason.“She just wasn’t the one, mom,” I had said. Mom had hugged me then, and she had felt warm and comfortable. What I hadn’t said then, but had already subconsciously been. The circles fall lower and then rise back up to focus again on my clit. The second the ice reaches my clit I recoil with pleasure again as I feel him insert a couple of ice cubes inside my pussy. I wiggle and moan it hurts but it’s so arousing all at the same time. I feel his cold hand fall heavy on my chest pushing me down into the bed holding me still. The ice is unbearable and my body doesn’t know how to feel. I let out a few pathetic muffled cries but they go ignored. The ice on my clit. He was in grade twelve when you were in grade nine." He turned and handed over the old school yearbook, pointing to a picture. "That guy. He went out for Stacy for a little while, but she broke up with him." Oh... that's right. He's the one who got so drunk at the Prom that he vomited all over himself; they had to throw him out." That's him." Gary took back the yearbook and gazed at the picture. "He was fucked up over Stacy for months: a real basket case."Sharon glanced back at her National. ”Tommy didn’t hesitate. He took out his billfold, and took two one-hundred-dollar bills out, and gave them to me. I took them and put them in my purse. “Tommy, do you carry that much money with you to school?”“Yes, sometimes more, you never know when you need some money.”“Tommy, it’s kind of dangerous to carry that much money around with you. If people know you had that much money on you, you could be robbed and even killed for it.”“Okay, I’ll be more careful.”Tommy is a friend of mine. I don’t.