People were standing up, just as dazed as the blade-monster had been, questioning their nudity and the sheer amount of fluids they were coated in.But ...he didn’t stop. She kept running, chest aching with each bounce, towards the once-hexed water cooler, towards the counsellor’s office.Even a few rooms away she could hear it, the frustrated wail of the demon. But it wasn’t until she reached the shattered doorway that she understood what he was saying.“Why??“ he bellowed, sweeping one enormous. However, she would still go to visit Berto and stay with him, but always alone. A few months later, along came her second, a boy, any doubt that he was Berto’s was erased when he was born. They named him Justin. Life went on fine for them. Lizzy finished college and Law School while raising a family with Josh and being with Berto whenever she could. Then tragedy struck and Berto died rather suddenly. For years she was despondent, she threw herself into work and tried to get by with only. She buried her face against my shoulder. “No! Not now!” We were both shaking. “It’s okay, Stephie,” I whispered as I held her close. “Later. I promise. It’ll be better that way. Okay?” She was almost crying with frustration, but she nodded. “Okay. I just...” and she trailed off into a sigh. We were still holding each other when Carrie and Sarah came around the bend. Carrie squealed with delight, as if she’d caught us in the act. Sarah called out, “Have you two been behaving yourselves?” I. My boss was doing all the talking and I was having a very difficult time not to look at Helen's nylon clad legs. As I'd chosen to wear tights myself today this was proving impossible. Nothing could keep my mind on the meeting and away from tights, stockings, heels and Helen! She caught me looking once or twice and I forced myself to focus on the meeting and take a few notes. When she dropped her pen, which landed at her feet, I had the perfect excuse to glance again at her heels as she bent to.