Were you casually tapping your feet, fiddling with miscellaneous objects on your desk, or casting sideways glances at fellow students? Whatever it was... nothing prepared you for what happened next - as you shuffled to the side on your seat, you suddenly became aware of a soft, almost gentle pulsation between your legs. Maybe it was the weather, you might have thought to yourself, until the pulse grew into a warm glow, throbbing through the fabric of your underwear. Alarmed, you started to wonder. She presses herself against a wall in the window display and slides down so that her buttocks touch the hardwood floor. Without her fingers leaving her clitoris, she spreads her legs wide and cries out as the previous tweak turns into an intensified jolt. She is so wet, now, that she is worried about leaving a mark on the floor. So what if I do, she thought defiantly, and continued to rub herself. Her two fingers pressing down harder, eliciting another cry from her lips. Her eyes become glazed. He sat down on the bed next to me.?You needed that didn?t you?? I moaned softly, feeling it coursing through my veins, making me feel chilled out, yet totally alive. I let my eyes shut slightly and nodded. He stroked my hair, and I pushed my head more into his hand, enjoying the feeling. I love having my hair stroked, but the only time Grant does it is if I can?t get to sleep.?You wanna fuck baby?? he asked me quietly. I nodded, then shook my head. Yes, I do, but not with you. I want Grant.. Since it took an hour to lob all 15 firebombs into the enemy camp, we were shooting at deserted fires by the end of that time—all of the troops had run away from their cooking fires.Nevertheless, we played hell with the campsite because we destroyed the tents near to where a firebomb landed, and we destroyed most of what was in the tents. I have no idea how many soldiers we killed during that hour, but we certainly wounded a large number of them. I was betting that most of the wounds were.