.”I pulled away from my love gently and placed my hands to his tear wracked face, cupping it as I kissed him tenderly. “James, I shall be fine. Yo... would think that I was suffering from the Black Death the way you are behaving! Now, go wash up and come to bed, you must be exhausted.”James smiled and nodded silently, and as he left the room I smiled speculatively as well. It had been several weeks now since my illness had precluded our lovemaking, and though weakened, I felt that James would be. You didnt tell anyone? No, I didnt. Good, come on in. She left the door only slightly ajar, the water began to run again. I carefully opened the door and froze then and there. Inside the cubicles was a small bench with two clothes hooks, then a small step and behind that the shower. Leonie stood with her back to me and from what I could see in the dim light, she was buck naked. She turned her head and said urgently: Come quickly! And close the door! Without turning my eye from her naked form,. The story is dated towards the second year of my college. It was a Saturday evening and as usual, all of my friends were drunk as fuck and I was there, to help them get to the washroom so that they do not topple and fall down and puke all over my place.Being the only sober member of a friend circle, it becomes my responsibility to answer everyone’s phone so that their parents can rest assured that their son isn’t dead and that’s how I got to talk to “Aunty”.My friend was lying wasted on the. When we were safely away from the group, I asked, "Who were that lot andwhat was with the girl with the red eyes?" Oh they are the antithesis of the anti-MORFS crowd, the power freaks asI think of them. They have gained some fairly substantial abilitiesthrough MORFS and think they are better than anyone else, especially theanti-MORFS lot, not only anyone else who has yet to go through MORFS, butalso those of us with lesser abilities. It's an exclusive club, therequirements for entry some.