He was nice enough. I don’t know how but Matt’s name came up and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just my pure unadulterated hatred for him... but I blurted out: “Oh my god. That kid is an asshole! What a fucking douche.” To which the guy I was chatting with responded, “Oh? We went to high school together…he’s one of my best friends.”I turned bright red.I decided to head up stairs to check out the second floor of the house when who do I see but Matt the Douche. Of course he was snuggling up. Jenny steps across the hall to grab the sign-in book while sending the other teenage girls to check the dormitories of the younger children. Leela enters her dormitory to get a warm coat.When she walks back out Harry comes back to say, “No one in the front dorm or the rec room, thankfully, because they’re both smashed in. I can’t see the main residence, but there’s a fire over that way.” Leela nods receipt of the information while she heads down the hall to go outside to see what the situation. I let my mind wander back to a day some six months ago when I, having nothing better to do logged onto some random chat site. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.And that was the beginning…sounds, insignificant doesn’t it but aren’t the beginnings of most things? Soon enough we were regularly chatting, exchanging photos and sending . . .“Excuse me,” my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, one that. "Whatever you say," I told her. "The storm will pass."Another boom shook the cottage, and I arched and popped it in and got an inch or two deep, waggling my hips right and left. I smiled in the dark.She sucked in her breath and made a noise in her throat. My fingers explored her curly muff, and her hands clawed at the quilts."You're going to do it, aren't you?" she asked as my probing fingers found her tiny nub and my other hand closed on her luscious breast, its nipple hardening quickly. She.