" Maybe, but you would look a lot more silly in them than you do now. Come on, Mom is waiting for us downstairs. We are allready to leave for church. ...nd Johanna, please try to act alittle more feminine today. I'm sure you do not want toembarrass Clara and Jason again."'Alright, I'll try because you asked Martha, but don't think Iwill like it."Chapter 10John kept his word. He did everything that was expected of himwhile 'he' was at Mass. Clara and Jason were complimented on severaloccasions. She pushes her shorts down past her thighs and then leans against River’s shoulder and kisses his cheek. “Make sure you keep your eyes on the road,” she reminds him as her hand drops between his legs to squeeze his cock through the material. She begins moving her hand up and down the length of his cock.“Well, that’s a start,” he groans. He slides his arms around her and pulls her against him. His hand slips down her back, across her bare ass. Kate tries to wiggle away from him, but he holds her. I was hot for him; he gave me fever.I leaned against the desk and spread my legs. My skirt rode up, and the blue silk panties I'd worn for my date later became the topic of conversation."Get over here and rip these off," I croaked."No." He said, letting his shirt fall to the floor. Muscle and scar tissue intertwined across his torso—plenty of places to run my tongue. "That is for you."I was drenched. The anxiety in my chest mounted. The tightness across my breasts burned as my nipples rubbed. The anger from her memories was too ... alien. Yes, she was upset over her mother’s death, but every time she had any doubt or thought she might be taking the wrong course of action and she was bombarded with anger again. What could cause that though? Maybe the same thing that made her shake off the name of ‘he’ and forced her to say ‘the Council’ instead?I made it to my car, climbed in, and called Dalton.“Where are you?” she asked when she picked up.“Just north of campus,” I said. “The model.