One of the duties of the cheerleaders at West Ridge High School was taking care of the school mascots and since the school’s sports teams were nickn...med Bengals, that meant taking care of tigers.Several years ago a wealthy alumnus had set up funding for a nearby a****l research park on condition that the park provide the school with live tigers during football seasons. At first the tigers were merely displayed at the games in cages but recently that had changed. The present pair had been. Sex after sex beat the heck out of cigarettes. Or a shower. But a shower and sex after sex, is a delicious variation on a theme.Again, I can't describe the feeling that ran through my mind and body as I made love to Mary. A warm, living breathing person, whose interest and hormones quickened under my touch. I ran my hands over her bottom, pulling me to her, kissing her like I'd done the last few times we'd done nothing but kiss. Telling her I remembered and had been saving up.Finally we were. Through all my struggle I somehow saw a tiny bright light make it’s way to Alex and I cried out in horror when I looked back down at him, his body was half gone and the rest of him was slowly vanishing as if he didn’t exist. He saw what was happening and looked at me with the most saddest, frightened eyes ever. We reached for each other again, both of us crying in hopelessness when I heard a clear voice calling out to me. ‘Carla. Carla, wake up!’ I furrowed my brows in confusion, but quickly. Tracy was breathing regularly, now. Her top was twisted down and towards the left fully exposing her right breast. It was scratched; the abrasions left dozens of thin vertical stripes in her skin, across her nipple and ending near her clavicle; the letters "P-A-R-K-E-R," her rank and serial number were still clearly readable. The left breast was covered, but probably just as scratched. In fact, from mid-calf to the tops of her shoulders and under the left side of her jaw, Tracy's body was.