I found a few other girls to hang out with, but I never felt quite relaxed around them. I became rather attached to my knives again, and pretty much p...ssed my time alone. Second term changed me. I don’t know what exactly, but I really started to bond to Rebecca. She and I would talk about crazy girl things, and random boyfriend stories. God, listening to her voice warm when she spoke to her boyfriend made my heart ache. I was really bitter, but stood by her when he decided hockey was more. .something else. "Sounds to me like someone was thinking about it," I teased. "No I wasn't!" she exclaimed. But I could tell she was lying. I pulled her closer. "Jen," I whispered in her ear. "Were you thinking about me?" "N-no," she answered in a low voice. "Jen," I whispered again, "you were thinking about this afternoon, weren't you?" She didn't answer I continued. "You were thinking about this afternoon, and you liked it, didn't you?" My cock was straining in my shorts now. I moved. Years later, Jon’s mother Jennifer would recall this day and laugh thinking about it from time to time. She came home that day and saw and knew that her kids had been messing around with her things. She didn’t really have a full idea of the scope that they had really found and what they had did. But she knew, she guessed that it was natural to be curious and to snoop. She laughed at how poorly they had hidden things away. She saw that they had found her collection of dildos and shrugged it off-. ‘Why are you here?’ He spit again, this time the blood hit my cheek and I had to keep myself from gagging as made my fist connect with his jaw again, this time knocking him unconscious. While I had been talking to the man the other man was kicking at Jessie and blood was spilling out of the open snout of her wolf form. I leaped to my feet again and charged at his legs, trying to knock him off balance or even break his legs but he got me first. His foot connected with my chin and I tasted.