.I'm not LIKE you, though," I told her, wiping my tears. "I don't care what people think of me. If they don't like me..." I got beside myself. "...the... FUCK them." My mom raised her hand to punish me, but stopped."Look," she said, standing up. "I don't wanna see you get hurt...like I did. Okay?" I nodded, angry at her ignorance. "Okay. Bye." She walked to the door."Mom?" I said, forcing her to look at me. "Am I still grounded?" Uhhh..." she said, her hand on the doorknob. "...no. But...just. . From Dorm rooms, male and female sections, and from several off-campus apartments it came; slithering, oozing from the windows. Great globs of pale, pearlescent slime. Living ooze, animated by otherwordly intelligence. It flowed, undulated in the dark walkways of the campus... meeting, merging with other globs, other seething masses of roiling, writhing slime. The globs merged, burbled, wriggled, and kept flowing... flowing towards the boiler room below.Old Henry had been cleaning, scooping,. Can you take more? He squeezed my hips, his hands holding me steady. Yes. I breathed it into the bed. Yes. Go ahead. He got himself another inch, maybe two. Wait, wait! Does it hurt?. I shook my head, panting with the effort to take him into me. No. I just&hellip, I have to get used to feeling it. So full. More? His hips rocked a little. Yes. I pressed back against him, aching to feel the saddle of his hips against my ass. Come on, thats it. Deeper. Is there more? Yeahhh, I can take it, baby.. She was pretty. It was something I never thought before. I was sure it had much to do with how she was dressed but that didn't mean she wasn't pretty."What?" she said with a weird smile."I didn't say anything," I replied."You're looking at me all funny." I am?" She noticed I was looking at her? Not good. I apparently had the subtly of a jackhammer."Yeah. Is something wrong?" She looked herself over."No, you're just beautiful." Beautiful?" she said, looking all bashful and demure.I didn't mean.