."He immediately closed his mouth."I love you, okay? I really, really care for you. You are the best thing that has ever come into my life, ever."She ...ocked his eyes to hers. His expression was unreadable.She sighed, wanted to cry again, looked down."Tonight was just... how do you feel about me? I hope you..." and she lost it, bursting into tears again. She was losing all control."It's just I don't know about you! You're so funny and bright and kind and I have loved you for awhile now but you. I was the kind of girl who like dark eye makeup. My mother had once told me this was because of my lack of self confidence, but I was pretty sure I just liked it that way. I didn’t need to apply too much mascara as I already had quite long lashes. So after a quick touch up to my hair I padded down the wooden floorboards with bare feet to check up on Annie. I smiled at the sight before me; she’d shifted around in her sleep a little but her face was still firmly pressed up against the mattress.. Kim, a twenty-two-year old graduate student in archeology, had been assigned to inventory what seemed like an endless number of old field study boxes in the basement of the ancient Natural Sciences building in preparation for their movement to the new Science Studies complex being constructed across campus. Most of the boxes contain materials, notes, and minor specimens from university digs from over a century ago. The majority of the material would go into new storage rooms and be undisturbed. ”“What?”“Come on,” Trent whispered.“Okay. I guess.”De’Shane went into the family restroom. Trent locked the door behind him. The scruffy-haired fellow pulled down his jeans. His eight-incher was engorged. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”De’Shane worked his.