I have to do my homework before bed tonight"He lay next to me. "This is 'bed'" I like your bed"His hand slipped up the smooth, sensitive skin of my in...er thigh.As he lay there, on his side, he spoke gently. I could feel his warm breath in my ear. "I think you should call me Peter, Ben. We shouldn't be so formal" His fingertips were up under the hem of my shorts, tracing the line at the top of my thigh made by the elastic of my panties."Yes Peter" I was excited by his touch. I moved my bottom. That and his football fandom are why his gang are the ‘Dark Ravens.’ This is not even the worst gang in Baltimore, though.“The Hungry Gang is the worst. They’re cannibals. Literally. They also collect the skulls of their victims to use as drinking cups. Those guys are vicious. Their leader is someone named Nadia Kozin. Yes, a woman runs that outfit. She is a former stripper and sex slave from fair Minsk in Belarus, in fact. Fifty-five years old and more than a little certifiable by now. She has. I just want to let go, to surrender to this overwhelming tiredness and sleepiness that is somehow enveloping me. ‘Don’t resist anymore, teacher. It ok. You can close your eyes.’ My vision begins to blur. I am aware of her face, her eyes staring back at me across the table. Her dark eyes which I have always found attractive hold a different power now. I feel as if I am drowning in them. ‘Sleep, sleeeeep, sleeeeeep,’ she coos. I am vaguely aware of the expression on her face changing from one of. I heard her say, "OK god dammit that's enough. Now let me up."Then I saw the other two move to the floor. One on each side of Linda's legs. When she saw this she tried to close her legs. But they each pulled her knees apart until she was wide open with her dress pushed to her waist. Again Joe grabbed Linda and kissed her hard. Again pushing his tongue into her mouth. As he did he pushed Linda back against the back of the couch until she was almost stretched out with her legs almost off the edge.