She didn’t want him. She needed him. Needed him more than anything. LIke she was a junkie and he was her fix. Her blood boiled with sheer sexual des...re. Her nipples throbbed as he reached down, gripped her ass and pulled her against his jeans covered crotch.“Uhhhh,” she sighed as he pressed against her. His jeans rough against her hairless lips. Rough on the sensitive tissue. Her hips pushed up as she rutted against him. Her bare ass on the surface of her desk as she dry fucked him - hardly dry. " "Actually, it was in the guys' locker room," she confessed. "Oh," I said. "But hey, that's still wrong! I mean, it makes no sense why..." "I know!" she cried. "It's just not fair!" She buried her face in her hands and continued to cry. I was stunned by this sudden turn of events. I did not expect this at all. My favorite cheerleader was no longer going to be a cheerleader. Suddenly, I had an idea. "Well, surely, you can appeal!" I suggested. "Take it to the committee! Seriously!. He dropped the Mask and jumpedback. The clatter of stone on wood barely registered as Mark realizedthat the Mask was aware of him, and that it wanted him to put it on.?The damn thing is sentient,? Mark said out loud. He?d never heard ofan artifact that had an awareness or perhaps a sense of identity? Butsomehow this one does. If Mark?s sensing ability was working then theMask was curious, it was curious about Mark and its surroundings.Mark snorted slammed his third beer and headed to the. "No'm," Stud replied. "They 'spects me at home. Looks like it might rain or something worse. Night." Happy fellow," Mrs. Beall said after the door was latched."Yes, he usually is. Not very much ambition though." Beall turned the heavy envelope over in his hands a few times looking at his name in a very small script on the front. The back was sealed with dark red wax and the impression of a signet ring."Aren't you going to open it?" his wife asked."Oh, of course. I was just thinking about.