“What, Hazel? Has something changed? You’ve met someone?”She turned away while she still could.“No. No.”“Then what?” he demanded.Hazel d...dn’t trust herself to speak. She stepped forward. She couldn’t think straight. Her heart thumped erratically. She had to get rid of him. Why had she even opened the goddamn door? She reached for the glass on the sofa and went into the kitchen. He followed.“You should go,” she said, finally.He laughed though it was more cursory than genuine amusement.“I’m not. He took his bike and went across town to the other high school in thecity. They were historic rivals and the two sides hated each other.Jesse especially hated the Wolves for intentionally injuring some ofhis friends during a football game his freshman year. He vaguely knewthe Wolves players, but he was desperate to stop love at all costs.The three boys came together in the school parking lot. "These are thenames of the starting players for the Wolves. Coach made me write themall down, so I. Still, one must make do with what one is given.” Sighed Reed, retracting his neck and limbs back to normal. “Though, we can still use the device, for the next time we’ll need it in the foreseeable future.”“Leave that to me dear, you’ve had a long night.” Smiled Susan, making her way down the hall with the device floating behind her.Stepping into the lab and bringing the device down to rest on the worktable, Susan let the forcefield slip so the object could sit where she left it. Looking the. I stopped on the journey a couple of times to pee, to relieve that insistent itch at my pussy, and change my undies.Oh my gosh, I knew him as soon as he walked out of Arrivals at the airport; so young, so tall, so... so... well, hunky! And geeesh, his pants were so tight that, unless he packed his spare socks there, there was no mistaking that he was hung!I stood there almost mesmerised, and he had to say hi before I awoke from what seemed a dream. I asked how he was sure that I was his writer,.