His words were like a hand around my throat, giving and taking breath as the desert sting of the Rope ate me. The universe burst and I floated, melti...g into the fire in a shard of glittering light. The next thing I was aware of were his hands at my wrists, his lips against my lolling head. He pulled the panties from my mouth and wiped at my ravaged face, then led me stunned, drunk and stumbling to my pen, and I wanted in there so badly, that fleeting thought pulled at me as he helped me to. First, I get to do what I want with a few rules thatprevent the neighbors from discovering there's more than one femininebeing living in the house. Second, there are restrictions on certain'looks' that would represent women in a bad light, when she is around.These are not burdensome for a couple reasons: I have facial hair so noplans to go out en femme (though love going stealth when I can) and Ilean toward the delicate and overtly feminine - I prefer pretty to sexy(though love it when I can. It was only fourth period, and the lunch bell was about to ring. I knew that Jessica had her fourth period in the C wing but I was in the B wing, and I simply had to walk to the main lobby of the school and cross it to get to the C wing. The lunch chaos was about to happen in that lobby, though...The bell rang, and students rushed for the door. I took my time, yet I walked a little eagerly, waiting to see what Jessica had planned.When I arrived at the restroom area, she was standing there. We talked all through dinner about favorite movies, music, sports, and even politicians. It was great to get to know him better. I mean, face it; our first two outings were with big groups of friends. This was really the first time we’d been out together where it was just the two of us. He opened my car door for me then scooted around to drive me home with some nice jazz playing on the radio. When we got to my place, he opened my door for me again and escorted me to the house. My heart was.