.."Then, she gave a sweeping bow and smirked before taking her seat again."But I'm not that particular about titles, so you can just call me Impor Ms....Imp. I'm not picky." Okay," I responded a little awkwardly, a little confused about myfaculty advisor's behavior. "Ms. Imp..." Let's see," Imp mused, becoming more serious as she turned herattention to her computer monitor. "Bianca. St. Claire. CodenamedGlyph. Wiz, avatar and regen...a very useful ability to have. And itsays that you're. " Sheryl nodded affirmatively, but still felt a little light headed at the blunt images she had been presented. "Though I used to have fantasies about you when we were teenagers." The blonde covered her embarrassment by bringing the long stem goblet up to take another sip of the grape.Sheryl felt her hands trembling and asked, "Your kidding right Becky?" No. Of course they were rather juvenile fantasies, but you were my big sister, my idol. I wanted very much to be like you then." The blonde. The frantic lovemaking of the early days had finally died off, our passions not fading, but changing from the urgency of needing to fuck each other to death, to relaxing more in each other’s company. And of course we had some needs beyond sex, food and money mostly, and we had gradually become a more normal couple, besides the obvious of course. Michael found a job, I had part time work, but we shared the same bed, and spent our evenings in various romantic ways that always ended in sex. We had. He reached intohis pocket, grabbing at his secret weapon. Oh yes, he wasn't by anymeans on par with the doctor or his sister, but he wasn't nearly as dumbas he looked. He waited for his chance, any second... NOW!Jumping in the air to dodge yet another blast, Crash pulled a Wumpafruit from his pocket and pitched it as hard as he could. Cortex, sofocused on his adversary, didn't notice the projectile until it was toolate and it hit home on his face with a loud splat."Argh!" Cortex howled as the.