Pam had always been a great mother and she was good in bed, but there was just no excitement anymore. Was that what was behind that dream about Katie ...his morning? Built up sexual repression or something? Hey, stop the self analysis, he told himself; you’re a computer guy, not a psychologist, remember?Katie got on her school bus and made her way down the aisle to join her girlfriends. As she passed a group of guys, she noticed them gawking at her and whispering. She was used to it. She knew her. It was like her body was flying, it was wonderful. Then she felt a pressure at the bottom of her sex, looked down just as the man was pushing his cock into her. She panicked, tried to scream through the gag, and he was in her. Just the head of his cock but it was enough for her to feel the stretching of her mussels. She was trying to shake her head no, he pushed in hard she saw at least half of his six inch cock enter her, taking her virginity. Tears filled her eyes as a muffled scream was. He found her, striding purposefully out of the room towards the front of the house, cell phone in hand."I don't fucking care where you find one, I want a car here in the next ten god damned minutes. Make sure there is a plane waiting, I want to be in Miami before dawn," and she was gone. Doug turned his chair, wanting to go after her, afraid to go after her. The slamming of the front door told him that he had waited too long to decide.Doug was suddenly exhausted; too much, too fast, too long. "Nezumi?" she inquired quietly, accepting the envelope and glancing in puzzlement at her rattata, "What is it, dearest?"The rattata's eyes gleamed with suspicion as he watched the old man motioned for the crowd to cheer louder. "Ra ra, 'zumi," the rodent muttered under his breath, his snout close to his trainer's ear as he spoke."I see," replied Miranda, her feelings of elation being pushed aside by the suspicious doubt her pokemon had placed in her mind, "Let's go while can."The courier gave.