“We’re going to do it again.” My left hand clawed her tits under her shirt, while I jacked myself. “Can I go in you now? I asked – or beg...ed. “I don’t think so, “She replied. “I had a lot of sex and I’m kind of sore.” She continued, “You can stick your tongue inside me – but stay away from clit,” She suggested and reiterated. I really wanted to be inside her. It’s powerful watching, though in this case I didn’t, her have passionate and fulfilling sex, then when I get my turn she’s tired. Everything he did made him a magnet for bullying, whether it was standing up for the gay kid in his class, or when he grew two feet in a single year, making him the stupid-looking 6'3" lanky kid.He braced himself for the inevitable cry of "NERD!", waited for her to dump her bowl of pudding onto his head, but to his surprise ... her reaction was quite different.She'd seemed interested.She'd leaned forward, giving Patrick a great view of her cleavage, and asked a few questions. There'd been no. And she’d wanted it too, he’d seen that clear as day. But, oh hell, his damned inner voice had chosen just that moment to tell him the PLAN. That big, god-damned, stupid, insane plan. But it wasn’t even so much that that had knocked him on his mental ass, not really, because at the very same time his inner voice was chattering merrily away, the realization had hit him. Smacked him right up-side the head with a shovel. Whomped him but good, and all he could do while he was reeling from the blow. Sleep tonight, for you will need the rest.”“What?” he stammered, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s going to happen? Where are you sending me?”“Heed my instructions, and you will see your problem solved,” she said as her voice faded and her body slowly lost its definition. Like salt dissolving in water, she seemed to dissipate, and was gone. Ryan was left holding the piece of paper as he stared at the empty space where she had been standing but moments ago.He read it again, then entered.