This place, it’s, I don’t know, the most real place I’ve ever been, and I’m with the most real person I’ve ever known.’ I stared at him in...shock and awe. He reached out and pulled me close as his lips pressed a gentle kiss to mine, as if testing my reaction. ‘Mmmm,’ he whispered. ‘You taste delicious, like strawberries,’ he kissed me again, ‘and chocolate? Chocolate covered strawberries? Why do you taste like a coveted treat?’ ‘It’s my lip gloss,’ I giggled. ‘I love chocolate covered. No bra and I'm certain no panties. She wasn't quite quick enough to pull the hem down when she sat. And those boys—well young men really—so muscular and vital.I wouldn't be surprised if one or perhaps both..." Quite, Agnes dear. Should we alert the bishop?" said her friend."I don't think so. Not yet. Perhaps we ought to keep a close eye on the two young men and Mary. Surely the vicar would not tolerate a blatant sexual relationship under his own roof? We must be careful not to see evil where. Soon she heard the familiar tinkle as the morning pressure was relieved on her bladder. She thought of the friendships she had made. She was happy. After the stream slowed to a trickle, then a drip, she quietly unrolled a strip of toilet paper and wiped her bottom.Something on the paper caught her eye. It was red.Blood? She didn’t feel any pain; and she didn’t feel any cramping. Concerned, she sat up and turned on the light.She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sudden light. There, in. Forget the fact that she made the effort to walk to school with the four of us and convince herself that Sara wasn't a threat. Somehow she'd let Sara know she was in deep shit if she even looked at me and poor Sara was scared. Mary could probably explain to me how Jill was able to terrify someone without speaking a word to her, but I couldn't figure it out.But when it was all over, there wasn't any affection from Jill. Sara left, I got a peck on the cheek and a "See ya" and she was gone. And.