He was alive with nervous energy, and his hands shook as he brushed them through his hair, agitated.“I can’t go on any other way, Forrest,” he w...nt on, “I feel terrible all day, like my soul has just been slurped out of me. I feel like I’m going to explode or die or burst into fire. She’s gorgeous, and makes me feel like I can do anything. The thought of being without her? It’s like I’m not alive. I’m in love with her, and I need your help you guys.”Forrest, a tall, lanky boy with sympathetic. I had met with him twice, while doing work for him.He had liked my art, so had made a trip east to meet me. Normally, he was something of a recluse, and avoided people if he could. He had given me his phone number. He had asked me to call him anytime I felt the need of a friendly ear.Well, if ever I needed 'a friendly ear', it was now. I went to my phone desk. I found my address and number book, for contacts. I looked up his number. Picking up the phone, I dialed his it."Hello?" a loud and. Now I knew that some sort of life-changing experience was about to take place. It was hard to think rationally because my mind was overwhelmed with the implications that she had been wearing nothing under that skirt. Was this normal?How often did she do that? Had I been missing out on the added titillation from knowing that her coochie was bare under those frilly miniskirts she usually wore at the office?“Well, don’t just stand there and slobber over my ass. This is a one-time thing and we. "You are mine, and I will not be denied," Bellar spat at him, as he lungedforward; his mouth finding the drow's nipple and biting down hard. Runory cried out his face contorted in pain but soon it eased, as Bellarstarted licking the tortured nipple. Like a cat drinking milk the pink tonguedarted in and out of his mouth, lapping at the sensitive skin. Runory's featurestook on a new look, and suddenly he no longer cared what the elf did to him.As if sensing his acceptance, Bellar moved his hands.