‘Have you ever been in love, Jack?’ ‘Once.’ The music is screaming and grinding and Blixa Bargeld is shrieking, ‘FUTTER MEIN EGO!’ ‘Real...y.’ ‘Yeah, really.’ Her eyes stare at me deeply as I hand her the pipe. ‘I know your tragedy, Jack.’ ‘What’s my tragedy?’ ‘I had a dream about you the other night. You were a closet that was full of clothes and boxes and shoes all neatly arranged. There were toys and children’s books in some of those boxes. Books like The Wind in the Willows and Thornton. Sensation shot from her nipple to her wet pussy. Head back, legs open, eyes closed, she inched her other hand down into her soaking panties. A finger grazed her clit and a moan escaped her lips. She pinched her nipple and pulled as her finger rocked over and over her nub, images of Tucker flashing through her mind. She sat on the tabletop and placed her feet on a chair and opened her legs wider. Tucker moved his hand to his cock. The image of her ass was just too much. Just as he was about to. As i stood there lying alone feeling ashamed at myself, Didn’T know what had happened with me a feeling that i had been molested by a bunch of teenage girls. I wore my pants and stayed in the bus till the end of school after which I exited the bus grabbed my bag and sat in my own bus until i reached home.The day passed and the next day I refused me to go to school Friday making an excuse to my parents that I was not feeling well next day was Saturday and Sunday which were school breaks , I. Maybe this time he would take her by surprise. He could whisk her off to the club and tease her all night until she was begging him to drive her home and spend the night fucking and playing in the tower room with the curtains open and the darkness mellowed by the far lights of the city on the horizon. He had been anticipating the taste of her sweet pussy and the sensation of her long, manicured nails against his skin. He was straining against his fitted jeans just thinking about it.The hallway.