“Please don’t call me a slut. I’m not one of those.”“Perhaps you could convince me.” I remembered the pizza and something popped into my m...nd. “After all, this is the third time you’ve ordered pizza for me in the last two weeks. And always served them reheated. I could tell.”“I, er ... pizza?” she stammered.“Oh do keep up, dear.” Urbane gentleman. Remember the role! “Yes, pizza. It’s glaringly obvious that you order pizza for me when you want to cook for your gentleman callers. Care to tell me. Oh, shit, I've creamed my knickers!My hands had already paused in their ministrations and now I removed them from her smooth skin as I closed my eyes and awaited the inevitable consequences. They weren't long in coming (just as I hadn't been) as Mistress Angel sat up on her lounger and ordered me to raise the hem of my dress. She took one look at the large sticky stain that was spreading slowly across the lacy panel in front of my panties before ordering me to stand and to follow her to the. Nobody came after us, and we all dispersed at the top of Crest Hill and ran back to our dorms. From that point on, we A) tooled on Jim a lot and B) stuck to spraying places downtown, like at the abandoned train tracks under the Orono bridge, and the vacant lot at Sidberry Street. What a name, Sidberry. I picture a sleazy guy named Sid with tattoos and sunglasses smoking a cigarette and dropping trow, but the sleaziest people down there were us, and we smoked joints. I got laid the most of any. ..."And I really can read minds," warned the wizard. "So don'teven try anything, I'll turn you into a snuffbox shapedlike a toad and fill you full of flies faster than you cansay remacadamize."Hal stepped back. The wizard stepped forward; sparks likeminiature lightning glanced from his eyes. "I never donenothing to you!" Hal said, taking another step toward thedoor. Even the mall security cops seemed less threateningthat this crazy old man with eyebrows like thunderheads."Meaning you've done.