Blackened stumps, fallen trees, and ash. Here and there we could see little plumes of smoke or tiny smoldering fires. “How long ago was the fire?”...I ask. “A few years.” Arizaza answers, shrugging. “The little fires are from elementals. They do not wish to relinquish their hold on this place.”“Great.” I smirk. “Do you know where we need to go?”She points to what I assume is the center of the smoky woods. There is a low rumbling as we approach. Some big beast rises. Like half a dozen blackened. I grew incredibly turned on each time I witnessed this, and eventually convinced myself that if she can do it, I can too! I didn't first try it in class, but one day I wore a pair of particularly tight jeans to school and in a free period I settled down on a bench in the main administrative building and began 'studying' with an open book in my lap. Like the other girl, I crossed my legs, right over left, and began swinging. Well, that didn't accomplish a whole lot, so I tried a different. Charles encouraged her to take one herself, and she retreated to the bedroom. Try as she might, all she could do was lay there in her post-orgasmic state and just listened to the noises of the house.One noise seemed out of place. It was a rasping of some kind, a rhythmic…something. She rose and opened her door quietly. Ian’s room was quiet, so she padded noiselessly down the hall toward the guest room, which seemed to be the source of the noise.Getting closer, it wasn’t so much a rasp as a. Conversation started off pretty normal again for about forty five minutes to an hour. Things we might want to see or places we may want to go when we get to the mountains. Then Rachel spoke up with a game.“Hey everyone I have an idea. Let’s all play I spy,” Rachel offered up.With some chuckles and a car full of nods everyone agreed to play.“Okay,” said Rachel, “I spy with my seductive little eyes, something pink.”We began to look around for anything pink. Leyla and I shouted out some options.