I later took her number, then chatting continued. She was not that fair but I knew she had a hot body underneath that dress. I continued my chats with...her every day getting to know heer, her character ,and a safe way to execute. I and she became very close, Then one Saturday I had a special class, during interval I went to the lab she was doing her project work on her laptop, she was alone, she was wearing a blue churidar.We started chatting, then as part of a joke I tickled her tummy on both. ‘What can I help you with?’ ‘Let’s go upstairs.’ he said. ‘There are some people I want you to meet.’ We went upstairs to a conference room. As we entered the room, I worked hard to keep the shock off my face. One of the persons in the room was the Commander of the ROTC unit at my School, the Colonel who’d been on Airborne jump status for so long before being injured, and who’d alerted Coach Marshall to me being investigated. ‘Good to see you again, Commander.’ said the Colonel, shaking my. On the way there I picked some nettle. Inside I found a pulley and that gave me an idea.I attached the pulley on a hook in the roof and threw a piece of rope over it. Then I put on the same nipple clams from yesterday and found my vibrator. Now I put my legs into an adjustable spreader bar and spread them as far as I could and a bit more. Attached the bar to the rope which was in the pulley, turned on the vibrator, and with the help of the pulley I raised my legs in the air. I was not suspended. The car caught on fire and I got burned and cut up pretty bad. Luckily, it was mostly superficial, but it didn’t heal well enough to cover it up.”“It feels different than the rest.”“Yeah. Scar tissue is different from regular skin, because of how it grows.” He touched the scar on her face. He could feel the slight indentation where it sank in, the stone becoming dark and revealing glittering granules inside. “But it’s different for gargoyles. You cracked instead of getting burned.”“Yeah.”.