All she needed to do was get home before her father's stomach roused him."Why good evening, my dear." A new voice suddenly introduced itself from the ...epths of the woods.She turned over onto her back quickly, her eyes looking around rapidly. "Hello? Who's there?" No one of any consequence." The voice replied, seeming to shift around her, obscured behind the tree trunks and the growing shadows. "What are you doing here so late?"Belle blinked for a moment, trying to focus on the ever-changing. V. TransitionKaren made a mental note to check on the slut every half hour. She would needto be watered periodically to keep from wilting. She had enjoyed her timegetting the stupid bitch under control and was well satisfied with the progressso far.It had already been a long day for her, considering that she had just driven inthat morning from a debriefing in Arlington, Virginia the night before. Shedecided to go back to her home and regroup. After a quick search she found theslut's house. We laid the blame on lack of chemistry, not a lack of caring, or admiration, or anything else. Andy knew me too well though, and asked if that was the only reason. I looked at him, the boy I loved like a brother and asked. 'Truth?'"Really?" I gasped. "What was his answer?" 'Always!', he said, and I confessed that it was also because one of our other friends, Trevor, who you'll meet tonight, made me feel squiggly when I was around him, and Andy didn't make me feel that way. Andy is no dummy. He. ”There was silence for a moment, and I could feel her peer over to double check I hadn’t woken.“You shouldn’t say things like that.” She protested feebly.“I know you know I have fancied you since we met this morning. I know you feel the same way.”“You shouldn’t say that.” “Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”“You know I can’t answer that.” The sensual tone in her voice almost invited him to keep pressuring her.“Why not?”“Because……”I could feel her look over at me. “You’re as turned on as I am, aren’t.