My human psychology sub-routine has flagged the construction of one large residence building next to my ward's household as significant since it is th... domicile of the new females. Probability calculations anticipate Cadet Solon's entering the new dwelling, quantifying an attitude of mind that claims further mates. The sub-routine argues this behavior has precedent in ancient human society with powerful lords projecting their might, using a harem as a social status symbol. I am not convinced of. " How do you feel now about what you have did to the man?" Do you mean, that I might wish that I had hurt him less?" Yes." I asked the man twice to let me go when I was first tackled by him. He didn't respond to the entreaty in a civilised manner. If he had done so I would be happy to let the matter drop. I may have wished to do less damage but plunging a pen into the man's arm and through a heavy coat would not hurt him much. In fact he would probably proceed to kick me to death. I am not. Random. No pattern. Some from high school three blocks over. Two fresh from juvie. At least one from wealthy parentage. No clues as to why. Only facts concerning how. All met with school counselor, four to five days prior to missing persons report. All severely depressed about something. Grades dropping. Growing isolation. Teenage angst. Probably nothing important, but only common tie. Too common, really. Like ugly ties. Colorful people clashing with colorful backgrounds. Tug to fit, tug too. "I've been your best friend as long as I can remember and we've always been close but I really feel like we've gotten closer these last few months." "What exactly are you trying to say Jason," she asked? "I'm trying to tell you that I want to be more than just friends," Jason said as he slid his hand up her thigh towards the cock he knew she was hiding under her skirt. Brianna grabbed his hand and while not pushing it away didn't allow it to move further. "Are you sure this is what you really.