You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken d...or and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it,. As I keep saying, I kept mypersonal life and my school life separate...completely! I didn't participatein any extracurricular activities, but I made good grades and I didn't getinto any trouble either. Sometimes though, I felt like I was walking atightrope. I would catch myself relaxing around other kids and my thin armsand small hands would start to express themselves the way girls do. I wouldcatch myself and no one ever said anything....I guessed they didn't knowwhat to think or just didn't. "To see things the _Lord's_ way."* * * * *"May I have one of those petitions, Mrs. Ritter?"Cecelia looked up at the speaker. "Mr. Caulder." She smiled. "I guessyou're one member of the town council we won't have to convince." Shepointed at the table. "You can sign the copy here, or your name can bethe first one you put on this copy..." She handed him a page. "...when youset it out in your smithy." Wrong on all counts." He took the sheet from her, folded in and placedit in his jacket. “It worked ... last night, I was able to cum.”My jaw dropped. We’d done it!! I had done it! I’d finally been able to make my brother cum!Well, sort of.Eighteen hours earlier, I’d been in a club. The floor was sticky, the music was loud, and everywhere I looked there were scantily-clad women, dressed in outfits that were ... well, not dissimilar to mine.My six-inch heels drew attention to the black skirt I was wearing, which covered no more than a few inches of flesh - it started just below my.