“No, you’re not,” Draco said, looking at Chelsea, his steely blue eyes peering through the bangs of his short blonde wig.“No, I’m not, what?...�� Chelsea asked, now thoroughly pissed-off. She stared back at Draco with as much ‘get the fuck away from me energy’ as she could muster. He stared back, unblinking. Chelsea took in his face amidst their little stand-off. His features were as fine as any male model’s and his lips were remarkably full. Go after someone your own age, Chelsea thought to. . Fuck me more! ... I need you! ... I need you so much!"Richie wanted to scream at the Darkness, but he refused to communicate with it. He wanted it to hear nothing but silence from him. He refused to give it any clues to what he was thinking. No matter how much his terrible need for release was distracting him, his need to the Harbingers was greater.They did want him, and not just for Heather's self-energizing sex-fests. They wanted him to be a part of their group. He had to believe that. He. His car door swung open, “Get in.” he ordered.I looked around, to see if anyone that I knew was watching. There wasn’t, so I slid into the passenger seat. Without saying a word, he sped off.“Enjoy the ride yesterday?” he laughed.“Not really.” I grumbled, as I tried to squeeze my legs together.Stupidly (?) I’d worn the same skirt as yesterday, so when I turned to grab the seat belt my skirt rose up my calf.“ I think that you’re telling a little white lie.” Tony told me as he stroked my leg with. A particle beam will announce our presence to the enemy, loud and clear.”“Yeah, I know, and here’s something else interesting. My comp says those spider things have three brains, any one of which is capable of carrying the load should the other brains become incapacitated. In other words, they don’t die easily,” she almost whispered before ending with, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”A half hour later, the two were in near waist-deep water, their feet mired in the deep silt of the mucky bottom, “This way,”.