She had been transformed into a girl againsther will and she was still a boy inside. It seemed to her like abeautiful girl was much more popular with...both boys and girls than anaverage guy. She avoided dating, not that she lacked for invitations. Being attractive made her a target for every boy in both the senior andjunior classes to ask out on a date. She politely but firmly declinedevery invitation.She had wanted to back out of the cheerleader tryouts, but her motherhad given her a. I hate to stand on lines, and I’m only interested in gang banging if I’m the one being banged. I know, sometimes I think like a real slut. The festivities got more intense as midnight approached. I was sitting at the bar chatting with the only other single guy I encountered. He told me he was Jack, a regular who attended the club as often as possible. I was listening to his story and watching the partiers when a short, plump woman in a tight red gown approached me. A low-cut neckline displayed. He told many other wild tales of his journeys; most were not believed,” Kalani told me. “But since he was judged not to be an enemy, he was allowed to stay.”I recognized that the story she was repeating had been repeated many times through the years, and figured that it had likely grown with the telling.“At that time, the Challenge, which was the contest I told you of earlier, was held each year after the pearl harvest was through, usually in December. When the time came, the strange young man. I teetered on the edge of cumming, right here in the middle of the crowded bar, and only one magic word could earn me some reprieve. “Yes,” I gasped again and her finger’s motion stopped, as did Jeffrey’s. I took a few calming breaths and wiped away the sheen of sweat that had sprung up on my forehead. Monique looked me up and down with a sly grin. “I guess this isn’t how the game is normally played.” “No,” I admitted. “It - it should never have gone this far.” “And yet it will go much.