She was on her back, her legs spread exposing her neat, trimmed bush above the pink, wet pussy. When Mark didn't move right away, she pulled him down...ard. "Fuck me," she whispered.Mark felt the heat radiating from her body. He stared down between her legs. Her legs were smooth and soft. The pussy lips were swollen. He could smell her sweet scent and wanted a taste."Just fuck me," she pleaded, taking hold of his cock and rubbing the purple tip against the entrance of her dripping wet. I’d have to take Xanax, every night, otherwise I couldn’t sleep a wink.It wasn’t only me. Marco, the others, they’d been looking rough as well, their complexions sallow...I was starting to believe the school itself to be a ghost or maybe a vampire that was sucking away our collective life force, cruelly drinking away our vitality and sleep...Marco told me after breakfast that the lecture stage in his classroom collapsed as he and two of his students stood on it. Luckily, besides a couple bumps. “The headhunters,” Caden began, turning back to Kadal. “Will they go around?”“They will make their way down to the Southern pass,” she explained, setting off into the desert. “It will take them many days to make the journey, they will not be able to catch up to us before we reach the city.”“That’s a relief,” he said, watching her clamber up one of the reefs. “It seems that your shortcut paid off, I would never have made it this far without your help.”“Caden!” she called to him, waving from atop. He remembered them fighting, her face drawn mean and shrewish by anger, his own voice rising until cut off by the punctuation of her slap. He remembered when he discovered she was left-handed and how she said this was sign of superior intelligence. Then she had laughed, rich and full. She did nothing by halves; certainly not making love. And then he saw her again, sprawled across their bed; wild, wanton.He could picture her body. Long legs smooth as satin, the clipped triangle of dark blonde.