The sun was bright outside, but the air was cold and she was beginning to realise that the house did not retain heat. It started as a small annoyance ...�� frustration that she had been put here in the night without any explanation, but she expected her father to come into the kitchen once he heard her calling him.Then the anger built up, stemming from the insecurity and rejection she was beginning to feel when she listened to the silence of the house and realised she was the only one occupying it.. Somehow, she had taught him to love all the things they did. He'd seen how deliciously deeply connected they were through their sex - how he melted and merged into her, when their eyes met, in the throwes of some wonderfully twisted act. She knew she was the object of his affection, and his first real sexual ally. She had used that, to extract everything that she'd wanted out of him. Almost.The thing that fed her own sexual passion the most, was having the power to subject this hapless male to. I looked up, and saw the Jacker panting and licking his lips. I turned to the Trooper, who was staring intently. It was only then that I wondered how long I had actually been blowing this guy without the Trooper’s hand on the back of my head to force me.“Nice,” the Trooper stated. “Now we can all be on our way.” He reached down and grabbed me under the arm, hoisting me back on my feet. He spun me around and unhooked my cuffs. He then did the same for the Jacker, who was still shivering from his. Donberry finally entered the room. Sorry class. I ran into some trouble. She said, trying to tame her hair. She looked like she got sucked into a tornado. With what, a vacuum cleaner? Or a tornado? I asked her. She shot me a look. Everyone in class errupted in laughter. Anywho. Today we will be… I stopped listening like always and put my earphones in. I was in the middle of listening to Na Na Na by One Direction when the teacher looked at me expectantly. I took out an earphone. What? I asked,.