. Oh, no- S sorry, ah, she seems like a nice girl, and I am sorry I blamed you oops I ment...ha ha, I told you so! Oh, don't take things so seriously,...for one, I doubt that you were elected by the majority of the readers, and two, this is humor. I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander. ”“Yeah, sure,” Julie agreed, grinning. “I mean, if they can do this for me, I can sure let them in from time to time. And Gramps and Grandmamma and Uncle ... Can we go inside?”Pete chuckled at her excitement. He was always a little nervous showing the treehouse to a client for the first time, especially when it was a surprise to the client. But that Julie loved it was never in question from the first moment she laid eyes on it.“Yes, we can go inside,” Pete told her, “but I need to show you. I think she’s been aware of how Cricket, Ashley, and I interact.”“It’s a vote of the membership, you know. I look forward to meeting Athena, too.”“I do know. I also know the whole philosophy, tenets, isms, and everything else about the Circle and living here. I know the risks involved if I’m ever outed and the Circle is exposed in some way. More than that, I feel a spiritual resonance with most of the people here. Cricket taught me how to sense that, and I’m still learning. It’s changed how I. She had a way of doing things just right. Even when she first scratched my back, which happened the third time I was on top of her, the sex was enjoyable."That was when I started making excuses for not having sex with you. I didn't want you to see the scratches. It surprised me when she dug in her fingernails and scraped them across my back. I yelped in pain, even though I kept up my thrusts into her, and later in the bathroom mirror, I could see that she had dug deep enough to draw blood. Not.