During our very next make-out session, I went for broke. He put his hands on my hips exactly the way I like it. We kissed deeply as part of our newl... established routine and I moved his hands to my ass. He squeezed slowly and surely, alternating between caresses and squeezes. I forgot myself and slapped my own ass. He seemed not to notice. I took his arms by the wrists, pushed his hands out away from my body, and brought them quickly back to my butt with an unsatisfying thud.He stopped. Must be a side-effect of the Silverfox chemical reactions, she mused. She placed his hands upon her hard-nippled breasts as she ground herself upon his paralyzed member."Slut..." she spoke, testing the word. She knew that she would not give up the explosive pleasure that came from exploiting her new beauty to fuck young men, she knew that this is what she would become. And it was becoming alright now. Alright to be a slut, and she rutted and thrashed atop the nameless college-kids perpetually. "It's a drill anyway?" I say not sure it's a drill."It's real," he says."Nobody's here," I say. It can't be real without a shooter."Junior high," the man motions his head in direction of Dea's school."You sure?" I ask in awe. He nods his head yes.The panic overwhelms me. Have I mentioned that my sis Dea has attentiondeficit syndrome? Someone has to take her by hand and lead her into theshelter. Otherwise, she will stay outside.I don't remember any good Samaritan in my previous school. Dea is. “Hey, Amber. It’s Josh, uhh, Joshua Fuller. I am calling to see if you’d like to go out with me sometime this week. Dinner and a movie maybe. I won’t call your cell, in case you are spending time with your family or something.”Amber didn’t return my call until eleven in the morning on Monday. By then, I was a hundred and fifty miles away, trying to explain to a hardheaded Weaver & Wilson site engineer why he needed to drive the pilings for the three story motel he was building ten feet deeper.