He looked through it with his heart in his throat. He did not particularly know why he was feeling so scared and thrilled at the same time. You do not...expect a 9 year old to disambiguate so much. At first, he could find nothing out of the ordinary. He was about to give up, when he noticed a bulge inside of a tiny pocket with a zip. He unzipped it and what he saw inside immediately reminded him of his curtains. And what else he always wanted to run his fingers along. Amy's pink lace panties were. I’ll need to be at that somewhere by a certain time, and I lay in bed as the minutes turn into hours, making myself orgasm over and over, promising the universe “Just one more and I’ll be on my way,” only to make the same promise five minutes later. As each orgasm passes, I lose the chance to do my hair properly. . Sometimes, I devise an excuse about traffic and just plan on being late altogether. The process is very time-sensitive—I have exactly thirteen seconds after an orgasm to get up and. Jeff took a sip of coke and leaned back, his grin getting bigger. "I've got nowhere to go and the rest of the day to get there. Let it rip."I would get pissed, but I'm too fucking tired, Bill thought as he too leaned back.Jeff tossed him a fresh towel, then took a sip of his drink, waiting.Bill sat the coke down and wiped his face, then took both hands to vigorously rub the towel on his head to dry his short hair. Looping the towel over his neck, he picked up his coke, looked up at the. Well, it’s hard to picture you fighting with people, even if it’s just pretend.” Chloe stated. Emily and Rebecca turned to each other and burst out laughing.“What’s so funny?” Chloe demanded, giving them both a pout.“Chloe... calling what Rebecca does with padded weapons ‘pretend’ doesn’t quite cover it,” Emily said, grinning widely. “I mean, you’re talking about Mara, the Nightmare. Daughter of Thorferra the Tall?”The last time Emily had seen Rebecca get serious was at a medieval LARPing.