"It's too late now anyway." I stroked her back calmly. "We want to make sure everything is nice and clean inside you, now don't we?" Oh, god," Linda m...aned. "I can feel it already." Yes," I said. "It works pretty fast." You... you've got to leave. I'm going to have to go." Oh, not yet," I said, continuing to stroke her back. "You need to hold it as long as possible."We stayed like that for another minute or two, me stroking her back and Linda groaning occasionally. I slipped my hand under her. However, her family monitored her computer use and soon firewalled her home computer against anything to do with the human body or sex.The boys at Carson Middle heard about her perfect splits, her radiant blonde hair and were all too aware of her early blossoming boobs. More than once, late at night, she would angrily cry alone in her room because she wanted a different life, but knew she should not be selfish or childish.She knew she was pretty. She knew her body was better than most of her. Inside five minutes I had soldered the components I needed onto a small piece of stripboard, along with a battery connector and an on/off switch before stashing it carefully in the waste paper basket. Maisie eyed me suspiciously on her return, apologising for her brief departure and said nothing as I placed the rubbish bag in the "black bin" in my garden, for retrieval later. Which I did.I had a few ideas, but her traumatised friend had requested some support that weekend; she ran a Sunday. There was now gonna be hell to pay in DC.I lifted my hands to the ceiling and it cracked open, allowing me to ascend to the skies and levitate well above the ground. I did so until I came all the way to the White House and forced open the gates with my sheer physical strength. I walked inside, past terrified security who had witnessed my descent, toward my destination: the Oval Office. A few guards tried to manhandle me, but they stopped when I electrocuted them as well.A lone, naked, angry man.