She wanted Sam to search the internet for news articles pertaining to particularly heinous crimes in the surrounding area. She wanted Sam to gather an... information she could find on these crimes. Her friend, the cop that Charlie had killed, had provided Amy with passwords to gain access to state and FBI databases. This permitted access to all known information on the criminals Amy sought. Amy also talked to people, many of them in the less desirable walks of life and reported her conversations. “They said, “Coach Tolbert wants to see you.’ I didn’t relax until they added, ‘Do NOT bring your playbook. You are going to need it this season.’ What a relief.”“I wonder when they let Taylor know,” I commented.“Just before they called me,” Jay said. “He was in the locker room packing his shit when I got in. He is pissed. I gave him a wide berth before I went in to see Coach Tolbert.”“Probably a politic move,” I said.“Coach Tolbert’s meeting was brief,” Jay said. “He congratulated me on making. “So, I‘m guessing you’re coming to the party?” London said.“Yup,” Johnny said. Jezebel nodded.“Johnny, you and Jezebel make a cute couple. See you at the party,” London started, then whispered in Jezebel’s ear: “I heard what happened in the changing room. We don’t play that shit. You know the origins of the name Jezebel? Now I know why guys like you so much.”London sashayed away, as Jezebel glared at her.That weekend was the party. Jezebel knew Destiny was going to be there. She felt bad. "Heather kissed me again and this time her mouth stayed there. Her nose was pressed against my silky patch of black pubic hair and her tongue was moving between my pussy lips. I squirmed and whimpered and reached for her, but not to push the girl away. I was rushing with pleasure as I felt my sex awakened for the very first time in my life. She lapped at me with that long tongue of hers, digging between my labia and flicking the tip across my tiny clit. I'd never felt anything like it and I.