Hannah turned away from the stairs and shut her eyes as tight as she could. He grabbed her by the hand, telling her he was going to lead her up to his...room. She kept her eyes shut, letting him lead her up the stairs, but brushed her hand along the wall to make sure she wouldn’t run into anything. “Alright, open your eyes,” he said. She opened her eyes and looked about the room. There was a single white candle lit on his desk, and his futon was down, giving them more room to tangle their legs.. Your mind does not bother sorting out the sensations that tumble through your mind. And when strong arms go around your body, pulling you even closer against the unseen presence, you find yourself relaxing, and thinking, “How good it is, to be held during the night…..” How long? Eyes still closed, you drift in and out of a half-sleep. You stir again and sigh softly when hands creep up to find and cup your breasts. You flex your shoulders, as if to offer more of yourself to the caressing hands,. We went to bed when we were supposed to and followed all of the rules. Tonight however, we could not control ourselves. We needed to be fucked and torn apart and Milo was our only hope at this point, since it was not safe to play together in Carrie’s room. We thought about fucking in the bathroom, by we figured it would be more fun in Milo’s room anyways. That night after the parents and Susan had gone to be, we laid there, our plan getting ready to take place. It was not long before Susan was. On the right side of the ship, “starboard,” Amélie knew that much, Captain Beauchamp was surveying the horizon. He turned to the two of them and frowned. Amélie took the hint and stepped back.“Tonight, Antoine.”“Tonight, Amélie.”She walked away, giving her hips a little shimmy as she did so. This was playing with fire, she knew that, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wasn’t really Capitaine Amélie, that was a joke. She was something between Ship’s Mascot Amélie and Fuck Toy Amélie, passed.