You can tell they're giving you some time to recover."Ah! Just that jawline alone... Mm!"During your inspection, your eyes lock on to a girl who lets ...ut confusing sounds, weirdly enough, to which you take a liking. Dark hair cascades down her temples towards two small shoulders, avoiding a pair of dark lips on the way. Two green, petite hills peek out from her leather top, and as your eyes continue further down, they stop at her skirt. There, a bulge from her crotch area points to a side,. Or both. From them, she would then seemingly select her 'victims'. What made it particularly hard to decipher for Athenia was the fact that people 'played' on IRC. That was what they went there for. To escape and immerse. So untangling the 'play' from the 'reality' was not an easy task. A simple fact was that people got 'immersed' in IRC role-play scenes. That is they 'lived' what they played at least in their minds. Having to read between the lines to try to find out what was real and what. Pulling her helmet on, she had it running inside of three kicks and she was off then, down the paved concession road to the heavily-weeded entrance of an overgrown field two kilometers away. At this point, she needed to be away from the yard more than anything. She rolled quietly to a spot diagonally across using the trail beaten down by the passage of many off-road bikes and four-wheelers. Her path grew even harder to follow when she pulled out onto the dirt road, being careful to stay in one. First time he met her, she'd served hima drink. Of course, if she remembered him at all, it was the time he askedher out several weeks after their first encounter, when she'd politely toldhim she wasn't interested. Well, fuck her interest. Michael was sick of thedance, sick of the rules and regulations, sick of the conformity. He wantedto fuck her, and he was going to fuck her. He knew where she lived, he knewher route home, he knew she'd take a shortcut through a park; he'd been watchingher.