It smells of him; manly and musky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on. He likes his strong...and black. As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet. He is still sleeping when I enter the shadows of. After getting my grip on her I knew this would be an easy victim. She was so small. It was like the cat holding onto the tail of the mouse... Very easy. I rubbed her crotch. I knew she wasn't going to give in too easily. She wouldn't get wet or aroused. This would be somewhat difficult for me. As I tranquilized her so she could be relaxed I dragged her to the bathroom. I kept her white t-shirt and panties on as I got her in the bathtub. She moaned reluctantly as I put my hand in her panties. She was going crazy with this and was pressing my head more and more towards her boobs.Hmmm aaahhh hmmm oh plsss yes aahThen she hugged me tight and rested her head on my shoulder. For once I wondered what happened to her but soon realised she got her first orgasm. She kissed my neck and said, I love you jass. You are wonderful. And was holding me tight. I started rubbing my hands on her back and patted her too. It seemed a very pure love with loads of satisfaction and still we were far from. Meaning, these are the only two current Wayside juniors who got chosen. I may have had a heavy hand in that. In the past chapters, I talked about the Majorettes and dancers and their positive qualities. I left one out: The Starlettes. They carry the school colors and their curves proudly. They are always at the front. I like to call them "real women". Simply because they have confidence in themselves. The Starlettes may not be built like their cohorts, but they know how to have sex appeal.