I began to wonder what it would be like to be with him, to have him doing to me the things I read about in his stories, and it got me excited. I loved...imagining myself in his stories and having those things done to me and feeling the things he described. More than once, I needed to go to the restroom to blot the excess moisture that his stories caused my body to create. I loved that feeling of being turned on and wanted even more of his stories.After reading most of his stories and chatting. This is like the plot to a bad high school romance story. So to answer your question, I’m expecting this to end as badly as every movie directed by M. Night Shyamalan (DOUBLE ZING).”“Colorful choice of words but I get what you’re saying. Plus, I think Shawn’s the only person in the school that doesn’t realize it. His obsession is going to be his downfall, but…”“But?”“But we probably shouldn’t say anything.”“What?” Jason leaned forward, “Dude he’s being used and abused right now, we gotta step. Shorty shook his finger at Devon. “You’re not going first!” Devon shrugged and turned his palms up in a quizzing manner. “You went first the last two times we did this.” “Shorty’s right dude,” interjected Chad, “You did go first the last two times.” Devon smiled with a protesting gesture. “Oh my God, that was like two years ago when we were still at Tech.” Shorty shook his head. “No matter, you wait for sloppy seconds this time.” Nodding his head, Devon shrugged and smiled. “Go ahead – go. Fingers fly with seemingly telepathic precision, hitting each tender, sensitive, nervous place just exactly right. I’m not even thinking about the stage. They truly are draining the tension from my body and mind. “You’re…” I start but must pause, “You’re amazing.”“I know,” they say, “But how good am I?”“Very good.”“Am I getting you close?”0:37As my silent gasping turns to mild hyperventilation, my breath becomes shrill. “Yes!” I whisper the exclamation as quietly as possible.“Quiet!” they.