However, it was at about the fourth full stroke cycle that Sally gasped "Harder! Faster!" I did increase my speed and I did bang harder at the bottom ...f my stroke, but Sally kept up her chant of "Harder! Faster!" Suddenly, I realized that she was just repeating a mantra of joy, and her words bore no relationship to reality.Sally's chanting finally gave way to moaning and panting that left no room for words. I had settled into a rhythm that felt the best to me and seemed to satisfy Sally's. I glanced around at the four crotches deciding which one I should go for first. I quickly decided to go with the one doing the least amount of talking, thinking this would be my best bet not to alert anyone to my presence. I slowly crawled over to the legs covered in a grey pinstripe and positioned myself on my knees. His legs were spread wide and I could tell he was relaxed back in his seat listening to the other men speak. I slowly extended my arm until my hand made contact with the slight. Not to wake her friend Teri goes down to the living room determined to catch the Tonight Show before calling it a night.Quietly creeping down there is a muffled bang from somewhere below her. Wondering if she should go and get Sherry, Teri decides to check out thing first. Moving towards the dining room, going through it to the door leading to the basement and the rec room. Opening it , the light flood out along with the sound of empty bottles spilling over, then laughter.Quietly Teri slowly. As you walk into the classroom that’s been your homeroom for the past four years, you’re surprised that instead of being greeted by the bubbly Mrs. Dawson, a stiff looking man in a gray suit is standing in front of the white board.You hastily greet a few of your closest friends and take your seat at the back of the class.As the last student takes their seat the man shuts the door and clears his throat.“Welcome to your senior year of high school.” He says in with just the slightest hint of an.