He got into a rhythm using the bedsprings as a counterpoint. He began snapping his hips at the bottom of each stroke, slamming his pelvis into hers, w...ich trapped and crushed her little nub between the two. Her grunts morphed into screams as she reached the first peak she had experience since her husband had died.She couldn't talk. She gripped his thighs with her calves and his butt cheeks with her fingernails to keep him from stopping the relentless attack on her spasming crotch. Her tunnel. "I stepped up on the podium to examine her, touch her, stroke her.Hug her.It was Bessie!Oh sure, the wheels shone like new, because they were new, or at least rebuilt. She had new fenders, freshly repainted, as were the chain guard and the front fork. But the frame -- her skeleton, her very bones -- was the same frame. The sprocket with its crank arms and pedals -- her heart -- were the same. So were her arms, the distinctively graceful handlebars with the rise and spread of wings, complete. I went from the car, to the sixth form common room and talked as normal to my friends, waiting for the bell to go and classes to start. Soon after, the bell went and the room emptied as we disappeared to our various classes. For me that meant a double lesson of Accounts. It was a subject that I really enjoyed, most likely because I was very good at it, so the ninety minutes seemed to pass by quickly, and I was on the move again, going to my next class. A double lesson of Economics was not an. I stood before Raluca, who was my big sister as well as the pledge mistress, and did my best to keep my eyes foreword and not burst out laughing. She looked at me and had an even tougher time, twice she lost it and actually laughed out loud.Lynn Palmer, the chapter president, coughed and asked, "Sister Raluca, is there a reason for your levity?" Raluca responded, "Madam President, my pledge seems to be the only one who knows how to dress for this occasion and had absolutely nothing offensive in.