John wondered who he might be.“John, we need you now. Please wake up.” Jenny cried.John felt like he was falling, then he came to an abrupt stop. ...e hadn’t felt like this since he fell 10 feet onto concrete, landing on his hands and knees, “Am I ... in ... heaven?” John asked as he opened one eye.“No, we’re still in hell,” Jenny answered then giggled.“We’re alive?” John asked, “Oh God, I must be alive, I hurt all over.”“No time, I need you to take charge, NOW!” Jenny informed.“Is Johnny okay?”. I should have known you would spot her. Come on out Birdie, no sense staying hid."A lovely woman dressed in fringed leathers came walking from between two buildings across the street from where John Cantor had been standing. She walked over and slid comfortably alongside John, hip to hip."Everyone, this is Birdie Gilead," John said. "Have you all had breakfast?" The question was met by a collective nod from the group. "Alright, how about we head over to the warehouse and get some tea then. We. You sighed in resignation – Elizabeth Smith, considered the sluttiest girl in the whole school, and the only one who was very “pro-active” about seducing you. Today she sported an eye-grabbing attire of a white, form fitting shirt with a large amount of exposed cleavage and a short, pink skirt.“Good morning Mr. Anderson,” she said in a low, suggestive voice, smirking at you. “How are you today?”“I’m fine Mrs. Smith, now please sit down, class is about to start,” you retort, once again ignoring. With a clean-shaven face and expensive gadgets, he was a cool guy among the women. Sreejona and Neha were busy in preparing the bed, with guys overlooking their lusty bodies. Neha was an extremely slim woman of about twenty-one years. She was fair, short and had long, curled at ends kind of hair. Her face was small but very cute. She had petite breasts and when she bent over to place the soft pillows, Bikash could see her tiny butt pushing through her tight nightpants. Bikash was not into small.