How come you’re teamed up with a ball-breaker like her?”“Hey, time to soap that beautiful cock. Let me.” She popped herself off the sink, brin...ing a gel-soap dispenser to the tub.“Changing the subject, are we?”“No,” she said, her smile coy as she wet her hands and squirted soap into one palm. “Sometimes a girl likes to explore a whole other side to herself. I don’t just mean the bi-side. I mean … sometimes it’s nice to give up control.” She worked up a lather with her hands.“I think you could. Or Richie might find comfort in some scientific-sounding explanation, perhaps that he had conjured it in his head because he expected something bad to happen at the cemetery.Except that he had not expected anything to happen.Everything else that he had seen with his power was true, even the thoughts he picked up from others. But they were the living. How could a dead body have anything left except rotting flesh?Don't be stupid, dude. Tell them.Richie frowned. Heather rejecting him in front of. ."That caused me to remember. Without speaking, I brought up my camera app and pulled up the picture, deleting it. "There. You earned it, that's for sure." I said. I suddenly laughed.She tilted her head. "What?"I shook my head. "Oh, nothing. It's just that you didn't actually get fifteen girls to fuck me. Excluding yourself, you actually only got five." Becca raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that..." She said, patting my shoulder. "You still have two years of marching band yet.". . let's go," Sultry said."We can't," said Jack."Why not?" Our spies aren't back yet," Jack said."Spies? Jack? We don't have spies." We do now." Jack? Who did you send?" Sultry asked. "Wait. Don't answer that." Who is missing? She mumbled and fumbled for a minute. "Jack? You sent Two and One?"Jack grinned."You didn't!" Sultry said, "Jack ... Two is always looking for trouble and One is usually responsible for it." She rolled her eyes and looked at the sky, "Why?" One ... they can't be hurt. Two.