Party was on the rocks and everybody was dancing while we were having our drinks. Again Shehzad came and asked Afia for a dance and they both started ...t on the music. Drinks were making her effect and we both were getting high. This time again he was showing no hesitation in touching her here and there while dancing but this time I was mentally prepared for it so I showed no signs of reluctance to it. It went on for some time and they became the centre of attraction on the floor as Shehzad was. I never studied it formally, I’ve read enough to see how little real substance there is to most of the studies, that the experimenters keep getting in the way… But that’s beside the point. A lot of the stuff about telepathy, mind-reading, gets all mixed in with after-death experiences and ghosts, things that can’t be tied down and measured, and that I can’t see as being useful. I’ve always been interested in telepathy just as something physical, one living brain in communication with another. I move my face up, brushing my cheek on your thigh, smelling how good you smell, getting more and more turned on at the thought of your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, making me feel how I have been dreaming of. My lips are so close to your cock now that you can feel my breath on it, and you try so hard to be still, not to move your hips so that it touches me, but it is killing you to wait. Instead of taking it in my mouth, instead I continue to move back up your body, kissing my way back up,. Breaking beakers in the chem lab at my lab station. Chewing gum and sticking it on my desk. Intentionally breaking the glass to the trophy case and telling the staff she witnessed me do it. So here I was again, sitting in detention for something I didn’t do. Every detention I sat there sixty full minutes, almost every night doing nothing but contemplating. How could I get this witch to stop? Someone has to stop this tyrant. If she makes it out of high school like this she could ruin hundreds,.