I stopped growing the plants towards the rock she hid behind, obviously not needing the power I got from the duplicitous Dryad. I really didn’t need...any more close calls. Not after that futa-cheerleader had me trapped in the branches and blew her opportunity to defeat me.“You’re ... Keily, right?” I asked, frowning at her. “Yes, yes, Keily. I remember you from the briefing.”“I’d hope so. It was only a few hours ago. I think.” She looked up at the strange sky where noon from Summer met midnight. Of course, my parents are riding me hard as always making sure I don’t get into any trouble. I’m generally a good guy. I notice, Dakota, one of the white girls in the class checking me out. She must want this six-foot, one-hundred-ninety-five-pound body on top of her. But, I would never do that to my baby. I love her.After the bell rings, I walk Kara to her next class. She has calculus. I have government and economics. I hate being here. When I sit down at my desk, Coach Harrington starts. Ruthie’s fingers pulled playfully on Cecilia’s nipple as she nibbled softly on the one in her mouth. Ruthie pulled her head away long enough to bring it to Cecilia’s other nipple while her hands traced along Cecilia’s sides and down to her thong. Cecilia’s hand moved to Ruthie’s head pushing her lips even more so onto her breast, as her other hand ran down Ruthie’s back and felt her tight bum.Cecilia bathed in the pleasure of having Ruthie’s lips and tongue caressing her nipple as her hands ran. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My jock and shorts were soaked; a small puddle had formed under me on the mall stone floor. The guard stepped back, his nose scrunched up in disgust. “All right, you come with me, son,” he ordered, taking my arm and pulling me towards the mall security offices.As I was escorted away by the guard,.