Heaven forbid the spice jars weren’t lined up in alphabetical order- she would act like that was a sign of the frickin’ Apocalypse!Like just now�... I sat down on the couch, swinging my feet up onto the coffee table, only to drop them back down to the floor almost immediately. Am I still that pre-programmed to follow the friggin’ rules?I sink into the cushions as I raise my feet back up to the table… this time with a more deliberate motion, resulting in a solid, satisfying “thunk”. If I’m going to. She must have been using magic to help both of us along, because I was fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth. I wanted to blow my load soon, but I had to hold off. I had to wait until Michael had given me everything first.I looked at Michael’s display. He was getting close again. I couldn’t tell if it would be enough. I would have to simply hold on. Yeah, as if it were so simple.I focused on my own display. Sure enough, I was close. Very close. I was enjoying what Emma was doing, but this. I couldn't help it. She calmed down at my touch and stared into my eyes. "What you told me before," I softly asked, "about wanting me, was that the truth?"With her eyes locked onto mine, she nodded. "Yes." Then you were trying to keep this from happening," I said and nodded at the bed. "You wouldn't want the school to find out. I understand that."Tears filled her eyes. I could feel an ever so soft tremor run through her body.I knew why she was reacting that way. "I will never, ever tell anyone. .. I'm moving."She walked him quietly down the back stairs and out of the rear entrance door. The sky was still streaked pink from the rising sun and for a moment they admired the infusions of brilliant colour."Just think, you'd have missed this if it wasn't for me," remarked Rob."Yep — I'm extremely grateful for the sunrise — thanks!" Is that all you're grateful for?" he asked, taking her warm body in his arms as they stood on the threshold of the doorway."No..." she admitted. "Last night was.