Minutes passed as the pain dulled to an ache, yet unfortunately the short memory kept the invisible scar alive. Damp, cold air filled my lungs with e...ery raspy breath I took, drying out my throat and tract. The overwhelming sense of confusion, and the sense of location every human possess, seemed lost in a whirlpool of nothingness. The oblivion I was trapped in was a simplistic hole of questions and noted no answers. My eyes finally adjusted to the industrial style lighting as my pupils rested. A second later I felt the soft, warm tongue of my best friend hit my hole. I had never felt anything like this before, and it was an incredible sensation. As he stopped, he quickly gave me the next dare (as we were skipping the whole "truth" part anyways).Connor: Okay... I dare you to 69 with me while you suck my dick and I tongue your hole.Me: Sounds good. (Trying not to sound too overly excited)This time, he laid on the bed facing up, while I turned the other way facing down. I curled. She hoped that Danni didn't take offence when she told her she was planning on moving out. It wasn't as if she hated living there — it was just too uncomfortable in so many ways. No, moving out and finding other accommodation was the right thing to do. She had no great desire to watch Rob get back with Lizzie again."Nicole!" She heard Sue shouting her from the kitchen and she stood up, pouring the dregs of her tea onto the patch of weeds by the wall. It sounded like a coach load had just. Direct energy weapons kill people. Water cannons can even kill people." I thought that only people killed people," Officer Hardy quipped."I stand corrected, ma'am," Theodore said. "People use bullets to kill other people and that isn't all. But where do bullets come from?"Little Lucy Albertson waved her hand. Theodore gave her the floor."Bullets are made by people," she proudly announced. "Then other people buy bullets."The conversation wound down after a while and the principal announced that.