Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too. I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover....I went onto the balcony of our 9th floor apartment and found the SOB clinging to the rail by his fingertips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the. He was the star running back. He was charming, confident. He was tall and I used to love seeing him in my class--especially when he had on spandex.I would feel guilty for getting, you know, getting hot for him while I was teaching. I mean, I was young, but I was old enough to know better. Wierd how just 6 years is supposed to make such a difference. I mean, he was already 18 and I was 23. Just because he was a student and I was his teacher...Anyway, he would notice me sometimes, I guess, and. .. what is it? ... what is it? ... is it 'something?' or is it nothing but another fucking rock."Your heart rate goes up with the first 'chink' and it stays that way until the object is over the shoulder or in the collections bag. Even if it's JAR (Just Another Rock) the excavator must be careful. It could be a runestone; a rock with scratches used in gambling games, or a lost medicine talisman. It's not JAR until the professor says it is."Wendy took her turn in the pits, behind a shaker. A tiny screw on the side of the cylinder controlled how extended the teeth were - for the moment, then were almost perfectly flat against the cold silver surface. I leaned forward, grasping Catherine's right tit, and slipped the ring over the nipple. She opened her eyes, obviously wondering what the hell I was doing, but I twisted the screw, causing the tiny silver teeth to bite into her hard nipple. She cried out in pain and surprise, and tried to step back, but I simply tightened my grip on.