..”Give me another hug and let’s go. Just be ready when we meet her, I’m going to do everything but run my hand up under your dress in front of ...er.”“I’m ready and I’m so primed to meet her, I may scare her off, just hugging her and touching her.”“Give her a few little extra touches. If she doesn’t back away, give her a few more.”“Is that what you do?”“Yes, and even you fell for it.”“I wish I could fuck you on our way to town. I never dreamed a man could get inside my head the way you. He might be ready to actually pitch you a story idea."What are you getting at?" I need you to look into this John," he suggests. "I know you've been bored out of your mind doing shitty city council stories, so hopefully this will give you something to focus your talents on. And the great thing is, it won't cost anything. You can do it in town."He tosses an envelope on your lap. "Here's your class schedule "kid!"You open up the envelope and see a schedule for Hillsdale High School. You're. She sat up from her desk and looked around for a towel to dab at her forehead. Finding one behind her, she grabbed it and wiped off the sweat about her face and neck. Looking at the clock on her desk, she sighed and clicked off her computer. ‘Another late night,’ she said as she grabbed her notebook from inside the top right drawer. Flipping it open to the next blank page, she began to describe the dream. [Sept 21, 2008 2:30 AM Journal Entry: Again I dreamt about Ruby being murdered. We were at. .. You feel so alive right now! And fuck everyone who could hear us from the window!But I like to enjoy you from a different perspective, so I turn you down on your back and get your precious feet on my shoulders. Oh, that silky skin of yours... It lures me to lick it, so I taste your candy-like toes and kiss your legs. In this position I enter your pussy again after a small interval, so be prepared of new wave of pleasure. You cannot predict my movements. Some of them are static; some are so.