Hey," I stuttered whilst stealing a quick glance up and down her curvy frame. She was wearing a bright red, strapless top and a short denim skirt. I c...uld also notice two slight points where her nipples would be, telling me she wasn't wearing a bra. My breath caught in my mouth as I was about to tell her to wait one moment. "Can I come in then?" she said with a chirp. "Y.. yeah sure. I was just about to have a shower so I will be a couple of minutes," I replied as I opened the door to let her. He added, “We do know of all the secret exits, ma’am.”When the woman finally smiled, he relaxed a bit and waited for more.“He also said something about strange readings that were coming from the town, magical readings,” the woman said. “He said he was the only one that had strong enough magic, so he had to go.” Fear was evident on her face.“Magic, I was afraid it might be that, otherwise, he would have come to us.” Reganald shook his head, deep in thought. “Do you think that Art would consent. I'm a junior at Rutgers, business school." Both young men were fairly pale, but both were lean and well muscled with broad shoulders and taut stomachs. Vixen was almost sure they had what she needed. She had just a brief thought that perhaps they were queer, but shook her head and that disappeared. She knew the lustful look in this boy's eyes; she had seen it many times.Her mind wandered back to the first time she enjoyed a young male who was not a relative. He didn't have much in the cock. By this time I’m pretty well lit, I’ve lost all track of time. I have my 38 caliber snub nosed revolver laid out on my coffee table in front of me. No I’m not planning to shoot it out with the police, whenever they come to arrest me. My plan is to drink a little more liquid courage, then place the gun to my head and pull the trigger. I’ve never been suicidal, and by this time I’ve already placed the gun to my head twice. “I guess I’m not drunk enough.” I say slurring my words. Putting the gun.