With my senses, I’ll be able to smell the adrenaline your body will produce.Now, begin!”For the next several hours, Jenny attacked him over and ov...r. She would stand like a statue and then charge towards him from out the blue. With every attempt, her heart monitor would go off before she would attack, or she would attack without having willingly produced adrenaline. With every failed attack, Adrian would knock her back and order her to try again. The whole time, the only thing Jenny would say. Shehad her own desk at the front of the class with another one at the backand after sampling the comfort of the chairs , decided the one at the backwas the more comfortable so she would alternate between the two after eachquiet wander up and down she was required to make.At the appointed hour, the condemned pupils filed in and began findingseats that they preferred. A mixed group made up of more boys than girlsas they filtered themselves out, more girls at the front, the usualhopeless shuffle. Rummaging through that, he found a blue sweatshirt (not a tee shirt) and it said ?Girl Power? on it. Was this what she meant? He’d better just bring it up to her. As he rushed up two flights of stairs, again he worried. He was vulnerable, open to the capricious and vicious little bitch of a stepdaughter. She could say, ?That’s not it, asshole? or ?Why is it still dirty? Why didn’t you wash it?? She could accuse him of any sort of shortcoming she’d like, and get away with it. Trying. Timmy had seen her put in a tampon and she explained how periods worked and that she could really only masturbate this week without making a bloody mess. As they went out to the jeep, Sally squatted on the grass and her urine sprayed her bare feet . Timmy looked on fascinated by the little white tampon string that hung out of her cunt and the pee dribbling down it.Sally shook her self and stood up without wiping. “I’ll drive Julie “ she said “You two can play around in the back – its only.