Still moving in the dimly lit room, Simon stepped toward the door with the radio behind it. His lips felt dry and he could hear his heart hammering in...his chest. He reached out for the doorknob with his left hand.He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door suddenly opened. Arabella dropped her glass and squealed at the sight of a combat equipped soldier pointing a large pistol at her."Stop! It's me," Simon said. He could only hope that the neighbors wouldn't come running over to. I replied in kind.She turned to Rebecca and said,"I don't know if I should talk to you." Oh, oh," I thought here it starts, you should not be associating with wimps like me." But to my great surprise she went on,"You are a real secretive person you are. You told me that you were going to ask Rory to tutor you. You did not say anything about him becoming your boyfriend."Rebecca laughed and gave that wicked grin then replied. "After I told you that," she said, "I started thinking about him more. I spent my first summer repainting the walls and scouring online auction sites for great prints of all my favorite artists. I started to create my own paintings for my room that I felt would fit in with the overall scheme I had in mind. I cannot explain how this came to be, all I know is that I had this craving to…mark my territory with my personality. I wanted the school to see what I felt to be important in my life and through my artwork I was able to draw people into my world.I always. Yeah. Oh, yeah.”“Come for me, Jacob. I want to feel it in my hand. Do it.”There was no way I could stop it. I started firing and the first shot hit my arm and dripped onto her breast. She didn’t let go and the next shot hit my stomach. There were several more small spurts and dribbles.“God, Cindy, that was incredible.” I kissed her again and she rolled off me. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt her hips moving and saw both her hands between her legs, one furiously jilling her clit.