When she stood up however, there was a trace of blood on the seat. She saw the blood and screamed as she fell to the floor. She didn’t pass out or a...ything, but she did cry at the thought that her pants would be ruined. The teacher came running over to see what was wrong.The teacher, Mrs. Watson, saw the trace of blood and immediately knew what had happened. She escorted Sandy to the nurses office to help her clean herself up. Fortunately for Sandy the nurse had both pads and tampons in stock. It was past time to get back on the horse, so to speak.As long as it wasn’t one of the witches who would notice what I was doing easiest, I could give my lucky Other victim a quickie in the broom closet, fill my soul gem, and leave him sleeping it off with a smile while I went back to saving sick kids. My heart might not be happy about the prospect, but the rest of me was too hungry to care. I felt my nipples harden and heat rise between my legs as I thought about what I’d denied myself for far. A girl near his ownage, a girl who was bright and funny and as free as a wooddland nymph. Agirl who'd started out as a boy, true enough; no sense in denying theobvious, but one who was at least as pretty as any he knew from school.No, the hell with that - she was the hands down the prettiest girl he'dever known (and the fact that she wasn't adverse to stripping to herpanties right in front him tended to add a little spice to the mixture)."You sure about that tenner?" she demanded, smoothing out. You might run into punks with shotguns, but no Vandals. No one with heavy stuff. It was getting dark, and I was about ten miles south of E'town when I sawthe big Topaz sign all lit up off the side of the road: GAS GUNS GIRLS. I didn't need no gas, and I had three guns, which was two more than I wasever likely to get a chance to use. But I was horny, so I pulled in. There was two big rigs and a Federal police van at the pumps, and a bunchof trailers at the edge of the pad. That was a bad.