Since a quick wank in the morning would level me out as Dr. Jekyll for the day, I vowed not to display my level ten focus to Claire again, despite the...apparent interest she had shown.As we worked together over the next few weeks, we gradually became comfortable with each other. My feral awareness of her usually remaining around level two. Eventually she asked me to dinner at her place on a Friday night. I was excited about this, because I was through the grieving period for my ex-girlfriend and. ..Why wasn’t he cumming yet? Was he doing this on purpose? I glanced up at him. No, he was feeling it. I could tell - his head pressed back against the wall, his breath ragged, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handrail....22… 23...My calves were burning from crouching in heels, so I shifted to my knees. It was more vulnerable, more risky. If the doors opened, I wouldn’t have enough time to get up, but I could concentrate better without the strain on my legs....29… 30…Oh, shit! I was. Since I burned your family. Such a tragic accident. Your parents, that sister of yours.”I grit my teeth against the anger. The rage beat in my heart. A part of me wanted to burst around the well and fight him. “I heard them screaming for help,” he continued, advancing. “Your sister was in the window, shouting at my soldiers to save her. They fired arrows at her, not to hit her, but to drive her back into the inferno.”My body shook.“She screamed and screamed as she burned.”“So will you!” I. For dinner?" Jackson asked."Sure thing!" said Earl."Um, about that... ," began Amy Jo.Jackson saw trouble and reached for her arm. She flinched, but not fast enough."Oh, any old thing would be fine said," said Jackson, "Of course, if your asking, I'd love it if you made fried chicken." Fried chicken it is then," said Amy Jo cheerfully, and then Jackson was out the door before they could rescind his invitation. A plan was forming in his mind and he really wanted an excuse to spend some time.