I was losing control. But I was always in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herse...f. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good.Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. "What's wrong, erm there's a front door your welcome to use." She cocked her head in puzzlement the rubber baton and a length of cord in my hand. "What do I need them for?" She asked as I entered the kitchen pulling. Even though I had her beat in this argument, Michelle refused to concede defeat. She kept going on and on about how Superman could melt the Hulk with his Heat vision or simply throw him into space. I reminded her that Superman’s antics would only piss off the Hulk, who only gets stronger as he gets angry. In short, the Hulk could rip Superman in half and throw half of him into space and send the other half to Lois Lane in Metropolis as a souvenir. The argument ended at a draw, folks. The Bat. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off. I unzipped my pants, and let them fall at my feet like her dress. She slowly turned. Her breasts were so natural, so supple, and extremely perfect. She walked closer and kissed me. I could feel the pressure of her breasts against my chest as she thrust her body into mine.She helped me take my shirt off, and we walked, hand in hand, into the the bedroom. I sat down on the bed. She stood in front of me. I grabbed the front of her underwear, and pulled in down. Right?"Tommi didn't stop glaring at Sara. "Yeah," she admitted softly."And I bet you're blaming yourself for what happened to Sara, aren'tyou?"Tommi nodded. "She wasn't supposed to know about the scholarship. Ijust wanted to help her get out of ... that place."Katie turned to Sara. "Sara, when you found out, did you thank Tommi?" No," Sara said with a frown. "She was ...."Katie cut her off. "No. You'll get your chance. Do you think it hurtTommi that you _didn't_ say thank you after you.