Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Si...ce you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing. Feeling a bit helpless myself, I decided I had better ask Jennifer if she knew anything and felt out her mind in the class down the hall. came her reply when I contacted her.I felt the commands being issued to the students and teacher in that room, then out of the corner of my eye, I saw her come out of the room, pause a moment, then hurry towards us.As she approached, Jennifer asked, “What happened? Is he okay?”“He was attacked telepathically. He thought you were the one doing it. You weren’t,. " What do you mean by another time?" DD finally asked, not able to contain his curiosity any longer."Oh nothing really, its just? well? maybe you might get to like it, who knows? Now just put this slip on and I can make astart on your hair, you'll need to wet it again though."He never asked any more questions but pulled the white satin slip over his head and went into the bathroom as instructed. Rosytold him she would keep his hair the same but just trim a few strands to give it some shape and. ‘I keep thinking about how I would just have to reach out and give those baggy pants a tug and they would fall down around his ankles and that big dick of his would be flopping around right in front of me.’ ‘You’re not supposed to be having sexual fantasies about my best friend,’ I replied. ‘It’s not decent.’ ‘Well, look who’s suddenly Mr. Decency,’ she countered, sarcastically. ‘I mean you started it.’ ‘Yes,’ I agreed, ‘but at least I have the good taste to be ashamed of having such ideas.’.