"Does anything in your mind scream that it shouldn't be?" she asked."No ... there are some doubts, but nothing screaming. Does that make me a pervert?... he asked."I don't think so." she said. "I think that makes you human. Society created all these rules about this kind of thing, but before the rules we were just ... human." Her hand strayed to his arm and she stroked it. "Nothing screams at me either." she said."Wow." said Chuck."Yeah ... wow." repeated Claire."Why don't we just play that by. High School being High School, by Monday morning it had spread all round the school and she wasn't happy. This wasn't good news, she was one of the rough girls, not ugly, but not drop dead and big, but not obese, constantly wearing her own coat, well known for scrapping and even some of the teachers were wary of her, so naturally I was trying to keep my head down for the day/week/year.Dinnertime rolls round and I'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her so far. Then I made my best mistake, I. Still, it was interesting and I learned a lot including some disturbing facts about police corruption and mistakes made with contaminated DNA evidence, though nothing as yet to give me cause to appeal. My name still occasionally came up in the press, there was a rumour circulating that the (allegedly) murdered girl was not my only victim and police were going through old files to see if they could tie me into their cold cases. The mother of Kimberley made an emotional appeal to me to beg me to. Still holding his cock tightly inside me, I undressed David as well. He offered no complaints or resistance, seemingly too overpowered by his orgasm to have regained consciousness."Well, now that we're both naked, sweaty and sticky, how about a nice hot shower?"He looked up at me with a bemused expression on his face."Eh?" No more Canadian jokes! Come on, or I'll wash by myself and make you wait."I lifted myself off him and our private parts reluctantly separated. The shower included an.