“Please fuck me…”She laughed, cruel and sadistic. “I am fucking you!”“Please let me cum! Please Heather, Dagoth, I’m sorry, please let m... cum. Please it hurts so bad. You know how bad. Please make it stop. Please - ” “No…” Heather said.She covered my mouth with one hand, shushing me as the wrist opened up like some nightmarish plate of skin colored armor. From an empty opening, bulb like tendrils slithered out, swelling and out, one of the cocks burrowing under her hand and into my screaming. I sit up, and before I can speak, she takes my arm and pulls me up.“He wants you!” she cries with flashing eyes.“Who? What are you talking about?”Before I can figure what-the-fuck, she pulls me out of the brambles, drops my arm, and runs off towards the trail. Wearing only a T-shirt and boxer shorts with my bare feet painfully tromping through prickly brambles and sharp rocks, I can barely keep up – what’s this loon-tune woman up to?“Lainey! Stop where you are!”“He wants you!”Before I can make. They were both students at the same school for the gifted and boys were NOT allowed in the girls' wing.He'd given her a beautiful and expensive gold necklace for her eighteenth birthday and she'd wished that she had the money to give him something equally special and valuable.He'd been home to visit his parents for his eighteenth birthday, and he'd returned just a few hours ago. He looked a little put out, because she'd pretended to forget all about his birthday. She hadn't mentioned it and. Good evening Sarah." Yvonne, I've brought these for your mum, perhaps you can put them in water."'Emma' handed the flowers to Yvonne. "And these are for you." The box ofThorntons continental chocs were a success from the look on Yvonne's face."How lovely! You shouldn't have, but thanks anyway."A few moments later Yvonne's mum came in. "Good evening Mary, I'm Jane,Yvonne's mum. I do apologise for not being down to greet you, and this must beEmma, Yvonne hasn't stopped talking about meeting you.".