"That’s right Connor baby, relax and let it in," she told him. "You know you want to; you know it will blow your mind." "I'm trying," he whimpered ...n response as the pressure against his puckered hole increased. There was pain again as the plug was slowly but surely being pushed inside him; he thought of crying out for her to stop when the plug was about half way in but he didn’t, he bit his lip and held on to her bed sheets so hard that his knuckles were white. Again she wrapped her hand. From my angle, they were not all that effective and it didn’t stop him from carrying me to the stone slab. The next thing I knew, I was thrown onto its surface back first from his shoulders, my cry of pain and agony only reaching his ears as the crowd quickly drowned it out. He was atop me instantly, his large weight pressing into mine as began to work on isolating an arm. Fighting him off, I alternated between gripping my arm and throwing elbows into his chin. As the seconds wore on, I felt. Now I leaned forward and put my arms around her neck as I spoke. She also didn’t resist. There was comfort between us. I slowly started going near her and softly brushed my lips on her cheeks. She didn’t object but stayed still. I also moved away and slowly waited to see if she would react negatively.But she didn’t. I went ahead and kissed her earlobes softly. During this process, my warm breath was all over her ears. She shivered for a second there and hugged me tightly. Now we got up, hugging. This feeling stayed with her whenever she was around the new kid for thenext couple of days, and then vanished.Odder, she found herself overlooking the new kid again, like she hadbefore the feeling had occurred.Until a month later, when it happened again.This time, she fought through the grief, trying to focus on what wascausing it, and when the feeling started to fade a couple of days later,she realized the feeling was familiar.But the last time she had felt it, it had come from the dead kid,.