Reviewing the sequence of events that had led me herewas a part of my preparations anyway."I was doing well," I said. "I was happy. I did well at scho...l, and gotthe place I wanted at university. I was going to be an architect, Ithought. Then I started hearing voices. There was this... whispering. Notalways, but it grew to be a problem. There were always suggestions ofthings I should do, or shouldn't do. Warnings of danger, some of themmaybe true, but mostly imagined. Then I started seeing. I know that I smiled and said that I was getting used to it... but I lied.My friends are gone, all thinking that I'm dead in a car crash because that's what you told them. I've tried making new friends at my school, but I just couldn't. To all of the guys, I'm just a girl to ask out or try to sleep with. And even though you made me look like them, I don't fit in with the girls. I don't feel right with them. I don't belong there.I really liked... maybe even loved Julie. I'd planned on asking her. We can't have one of the custodians coming in and interrupting us, now can we?"With my noisy slut now silenced, or at least quieted down to an acceptable level, I resumed what I was doing. I plugged back into her and fucked her like there was a time limit on her pussy. And in a way, there was – we had already been here for some time and I needed to get finished and get her home before her parents began to worry.Because I wanted to show this little tart that she was playing in the big leagues. She was extremely quite, shy and kept to her self most of the time. She had a tiny frame, long brown hair and brown eyes. She was always really pretty and is a beautiful woman today. She is around a year younger than I am.We were always drawn to each other. We would always go hide from everyone else and sit around and talk. We were young. I will not say how young, but young. It all started one day as we were playing hide and seek in the house. As usual, Chloe and I were on a team. We.