Within a second, I was wearing this long t-shirt and nothing else. The book she borrowed is a lesbian romance novel with sections where they give vagu... references to what was going on to let the reader use their imagination. The girl appeared naked again, kissed me on the lips, and then vanished again. Each time she reappeared, I had a huge orgasm. When she finally stopped, my clothes just appeared on my lap. It has me freaked out. I sleep in PJs with panties. Never naked or in a nightshirt. That made him laugh. He told us about love and peace and politics, foreign concepts for us. He would greet us by name, which only aggravated the girls who were, for the most part, too shy around him to do much more than look at him from across the pool and giggle to each other. Sometimes, Cartwheel would ask us about ourselves. Things like how we did in school (good enough to get by, except for Tim who was the class genius), what we wanted to be when we grew up (bold goals like astronaut,. It was invariably Jake who was in the way. But he took it like a soldier. She held him to her heart and they stayed like that. He quietly thought about them and their relationship. There wasn’t a word in the dictionary to describe it. Six years ago, he had put up an advertisement for a roommate. The rents in New York had forced him out of his hermetic lifestyle. His flat was big enough for two people, so it wouldn’t really be a problem. If for some reason the CIA decided to assassinate Jake, it. She was cold, damp like she’d been sitting in a puddle, and absolutely mortified to discover she wasn’t wearing her pants. Aunt Mattie had taken care to point out that they were washed, folded, and sitting on the counter, but the girl’s thought processes were still struggling weakly through boot-up this morning.I… wet myself?! I FUCKING WET MYSELF. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Emily started swearing inwardly at herself and didn’t stop for several minutes, cradling her pounding head and fighting for the.