They didn’t speak, Jenny just cried quietly as the taxi made its way through the crummy part of East Oakland, which was most of it. He’d slid clo...e, one arm around her, pushing her head to his shoulder as her weeping transitioned to whimpering. He’d been stroking her hair, whispering quieting words to her in a continual stream since they got in together. ‘That’s it Jenny.’ ‘It’s ok.’ ‘You’ll be ok,’ and the like. At one point she said, ‘My work, I’ll be fired.’ Phil assured her that he took. He threw up as the now shorting, out of control regulators continued to play havoc with the gravity fields. Electric arcs continued to jump from the short circuit in the instrument panel."My book!" Mavis watched her diary sail away across the bus, its pages flapping wildly."Everybody hang on, I think I almost got it!" Garth lied, having no idea why this was happening."Garth! Make it stop! Please!" Tasha screamed as she held onto the seat in front and closed her eyes. It was like they were on. She seemed hypnotized by my gaze, unable to turn her eyes away for a couple moments while continuing to blindly fondle my shaft. Then, she looked down upon it once more. Her fingers gently wrapped around me and began to stroke me within her tight grip. Her slow tugging drew glistening droplets from my tip while I softly groaned and sighed. She slowly sat down upon the bed behind her, bringing me closer. She let up on her tight hold, her other hand coming up to help in massaging me. Her eyes. Throwing her backpack onto the table, Dillon flinched slightly as he was jolted out of his stupor.“We’re two days behind now, I hope you’re happy!” She whisper-yelled at him, leaning forward over the table in his direction.“Guess we’re even then,” Dillon retorted, not breaking his position. “You stormed out, I slept in. We’re a match made in heaven, you and I.”“Yeah, well we only have one more class together to get it done, then it’s on our own time.”“Our own time?” Had he heard her correctly?.