He was sleeping with a man. He was sleeping with himself. He shook the person next to him."Wake up!" His voice sounded odd. This wasn't making sens...."Why, what's the matter John?" Seeing the shocked look on "his" face and expecting a scream, John put his hand over the other person's mouth."Easy. Don't wake Mom and Dad. I don't know what's going on. Do I look like...?" Me. You're me, but I sound weird. And.." Looking down. "I have a hardon." I'm assuming you're Emily in there?" Oh. ” She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.” “And you want to cum, don’t you?” “Yes…yes, I want to cum so badly,” she said, her voice low. “But I need to touch myself…I need my fingers in me…” “Then do it.” He hissed. “Slip your fingers in your pants and into your pussy and make yourself cum…you little…fucking…whore.” She hesitated for a moment, and then her desire took over. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband. And although she kept him fromtalking to her friends, would only meet with him if she requested itfirst via text, had only kissed him three times in several years, neverlaughed at his jokes, would go missing for days, and was honestly a coldand distant mystery, he loved her with all of his heart.Next to April, on the rare occasions that they were actually seentogether, Andy did not have much to be proud of. He was shorter thannearly every other guy in his year group, and less physically. Two men in pin-striped suits jumped out and opened fire on Sheriff Thompson Willis with shotguns. The sheriff's prisoner, the town drunk, Hattie Jo Harris, saw the guns and immediately scrambled from the squad car to run screaming right into the creek, apparently unconcerned it was infested with alligators and snakes. Sheriff Willis crouched behind his car and from the cover it created, returned fire as buckshot pelted the road, the water, and the cruiser. Every window in the car exploded, one.