?Ally, do you like celery???Ah ha.??And what about you mister? Do you like mushrooms???Yep.?With that she picked up both of their plates and speared a...l of the mushrooms on one and the celery on the other then placed the correct one in front of each. ?Problem solved.?Now as she sunk comfortably on the sofa and rested her tired feet listening to a news reader talk about an attempted terrorist strike in South east Asia and how Australia had offered to send some Federal Police, the plastic. His wound is still unhealed. It continues to bleed profusely.I look across the room, to the bed where Tiffany lays. She appears tobe comfortably and quite restfully asleep.I return my gaze to Frank and look down at his now puzzled face. Simply, he asks the final question of his life "Why, Wilyam?"* * * * *Nearly an hour passes before I hear Tiffany start to stir. When I look in on her, she's lying quietly on the bed staring up at the ceiling."How are you feeling?" I ask.She stares at me. No wonder Principal McTaggart insisted that Nurse Luann Mutton give me the pill. The school’s nurse was a helpful futa.“Oh, no, Macie,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I fanned at my friend’s face. “Let’s get her to the nurse’s office.”The other girls glanced at me.“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I’m still Lola. I’m just ... It’s the pill. I can’t help it. I’ll be pure on Monday.”“If you say so,” said Asuka, her voice neutral. She glanced down at my thighs slick with Shelena’s cum. The futa had. And right now, the only thing that’s going to make me unhappy is waiting longer than I have to before I get my laughter-silvered wings.” Sarah said.Guy stroked her hair. “That’s from a poem, isn’t it?”Sarah nodded. One of the things that had made her fall in love with Guy early on had been his encouragement to talk about poetry, a subject on which he was nearly wholly ignorant. “High Flight - one of the ones I considered quoting in my vows.”That got a smile. “And how do you get your.