AN action that neither increases nor decreases happiness would seem to be not a good action, but I'd hardly call it a bad action."Lisa's hand shot int... the air. "Yes?" The prof asked, looking at her."Well, if a person could have done something better, shouldn't they do it? I mean, if you save one person from a burning building, but leave three more to die, are you really that good?"I didn't even raise my hand. "But firemen make that decision all the time. They save the one they can safely get. Nobody messed with the cookie jar because it was up so high you almost needed a ladder to get up to open it up and it was so dusty and grimy on the outside only a suicidal person would think to open it up and eat a cookie from inside taking the risk of food poisoning.Besides, nobody in their right mind would ever stash cash in a cookie jar anymore because it was the first place any thief would look.She estimated that in the six month period she had taken close to two hundred assignments that. " Lisa walked into the room.Chris stood. "Lisa. Hello."Lisa sat down in the chair opposite him, and waited for him to speak."Umm, about what happened..."Lisa didn't say anything, she obviously wasn't going to help him out."Look, I'm sorry. I really was a prick."There, he'd said it. Why was that so hard? It was nothing less than the truth, but he still didn't like to say it.Lisa still didn't say anything, but her face had become softer somehow."I know I screwed up, fair enough. But can we still. Sloppy wet noises emanated from his groin as her teary face slapped against the pooling vomit over and over.As John felt his orgasm approaching, he sped up, beating Maya’s head against his groin until he could see bruises beginning to form. She was choking now, her mouth too full of bile and cock to draw breath. Finally he forced her head all the way down, grinding her against his crotch, trying to drive his cock as deep as possible. He heard a crunching noise and guessed he'd managed to.