..like myself” I said in my mind. We talked about classes, papers, professors, and schedules for the upcoming year for a good while. He said his nam... was Armando Stone, but everyone called him Mando. Apparently, he lived in the same dorm building as I did. “But, Britt said that you needed to...relax.” The word “relax” came out of his mouth with a chill that went down my spine. I’ve been pretty tense lately and my “needs” haven’t been tended to in a long time… But, I’m not one of those girls. You're so wet already, and I'm hard as a rock. I figure that's enough and it's his turn, so I sit up and get off the bed. I walk over and sit down at a chair by the desk in the opposite corner from Tre. "All yours," I tell him.I watch in unbelievable anticipation as he gets up and moves towards the bed. He crawls up on top of you and it looks like he's going to kiss you but he just kind of nuzzles your neck and smells you. I watch him put his hand on your upper chest, then slide down to. Daisy was in a low cut bra top that showed the top half of her breasts. She had on a pair of tight white satin panties, topped by a see-through scarf, also white. Rose was covered from the neck to the knee. She wore a plain one piece black dress which couldn't have camoflaged her enormous tits if the Air Force had designed it at the Skunkworks."I'm sorry to put you to work," I said. "I didn't realize you just opened. Now I feel bad. If I weren't here, you could be in back, having a smoke." Oh. But her father was able to persuade them not to mangle her with the usual precautions: no silver nail in the skull, no paving stone forced into her mouth, no leather thongs tying her hands together, and no severing her feet or head and driving a wooden stake through her chest or stomach. Ruza was the only body in the shunned cemetery not to have these rituals performed on her. As always, she was special.***Years passed. The city built a new bridge, and many villages became one. Ruza's parents.