This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unre...enting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her bright golden hair, cut in a short, almost boyish bob, warmly glowing golden eyes, and pouting golden lips contrasted arrestingly with her rich,. .. it’s still there? I had no idea...??Yeah! And I think a group of kids are following after our footsteps, you know? When I approached I heard a group of them running scared, although I didn’t saw them,? he chuckled, pleased. ?I guess they were up to no good.?All blood had drained from my face. Of course it wasn’t possible, I repeated to myself, this was Alan, he is my best friend, and he would never...Images of Alan in the locker room flashed through my mind, his gigantic dick swinging next. I knew I hadn't had sex with anyone... except myself, I guess you could say.The image reflected back at me took my breath away. What I'd felt down my back had been my hair. A stunning cascade of red curls, framing a gorgeous face with large green eyes under fine brows. High cheekbones bracketed a delicate nose. Full pouting lips on a mouth that looked just slightly too large. I reached toward the reflection in the glass, and it mimicked me perfectly. My eyes were drawn down a slender. Few people would have been inside on a day like this, so we were completely alone, with relative privacy. Resa and I shared a long, savory hug, where about halfway through I had the sinister idea of tickling her again. As I slid my hands down her sides, I suddenly gave her a jolt with the tips of my fingers. ‘Aack!’ She started squirming but I used one hand to pin her body against me as I tickled her. As she writhed, I got down on my knees, getting her on hers well. Still tickling her, I gently.