But that didn't mean I would.The cops were next to useless as far as I was concerned. Another thinggnawing at me was I was starting to become seriousl... fucking terrifiedof this guy. Maybe another police visit would set Daniel off, and he'dinvade the school with a gun and shoot me, or worse, one of my friends.And when people saw him, they always ran to tell me how bad he looked.Dead drunk in bars at night, trembling during the day. Who would havethought he'd be so fragile?Chapter Two:Organic. She was hoping that no one would see a wet spot on her short skirt. Dropping her assignment on the teacher’s desk it dawned on her that she was late for her next class and skipped the ritual of cleaning herself up. By six o’clock she crossed the dark campus to her dorm room. Grabbing a water bottle she sat down on her bed to complete the new week’s assignments. To her horror she realized that her assignment for Mr. Torres was still in her binder but her notes were missing. Heat rose on her. She knew it was time. Coming back up with her finger, Angie slid it through Sara’s wet divide. She felt the warm fluid coat her finger as she slid up through it, caressing its pinkness until she touched the tiny knob that sent needle pricks through a woman. She did not touch Sara’s clit. That was going to be for her mouth.“Oh Angie, that feels so good. Do that again.” Sara said through a hot sexual breath.Angie obliged and felt even warmer liquid coat her finger. It was all she could do to not. ” Jacklyn went upstairs and removed the cotton shirt. She stood in her jeans and corset letting her body cool down. If she could redo the straps of her corset she’d take that off too, but for now she had been allowing these breaks, making reasons for her to need to change her shirt. Suddenly the door opened and Jacklyn stared at Damien as he stared at her body. “You’re a girl.” He said. “Please,” Jacklyn said. “You can’t tell anyone. Please?” “You’re a girl.” “Please, promise me you won’t.