We’re in one hell of a pickle and it’s all your fault.“All my fault?”Yep.“You’re the one that wanted to come here in the first place.”On...y because of that stupid lizard.“That stupid lizard sure could eat pussy, couldn’t he?”Yeah he could.“Faart hate to break up you talking to self, but Faart can help you.”“How so?”“Faart knows of a way in and out.”What a little shit. He knows we’re trying to get out of here... “What would it take for you to tell us ... I mean me?”Is that the answer to. She had a ripped up tank top falling half off her shoulders with our bands logo emblazons across the front, torn just below our emblem to reveal the tightest waist I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on and a low slung hip hugging black leather mini skirt. Slightly south the black tops of her seamed fishnet stockings were visible clinging to her long shapely stems as she swayed to the beat gracefully on heels that seemed impossibly long given her tantalizingly sexy gyrations. My eyes locked. Before the season started we’d often go over to one their apartments or dorms and party after class. I remember one time we were at Jenny Peterson’s apartment after school. Jenny was a sophomore cheerleader and dated Jake Cooper, a senior and the best wrestler on our team. The group that day included Jenny, Jake, Danny and I, plus Billy Rehnolds and Josh Taylor. Billy, despite being only a Freshman and kinda gawky, was a highly touted light weight wrestler and therefore accepted into our. That day she tried something else, I felt her hands on my back, and then, suddenly she pulled down my bra, my cousins jumped out, that was one of the conditions, my bra had to stay on, if not, they could lose their power to me, they began to argue, when I heard the street door, then, my aunt appeared.“What did she done this time?” She asked, and then, she raised her voice. “And what is she not wearing anything?”Silence was done, I was covering my breasts with my hands while facing the corner, I.