He was a nice fellow too. I’d played basketball with him several times. You could see him out balling every day on the basketball courts near the te...chers’ cafeteria.I decided to approach him after a game of hoops, ask him about the school’s past.But I found he was reticent to talk, go into much detail, as it certainly isn’t the best-selling point for the school.After a bit of prodding, on the walk back to our building, he agreed to talk, speak to me over dinner...We met on a chilly evening, in. “You knew about the history. Why are you so surprised now?” he asked, reasonably.“You are not real. I refuse to acknowledge this is happening,” I said, dismissively.I walked right past him to the refrigerator. Opening it, I spied some cheese. Perfect! I would have cheese and crackers. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and began to slice the cheese, when I felt two warm hands on my shoulders.“I'm not real, huh. Let me prove to you just how real I am,” he growled, spinning me around.Up close, I. "Good! You've got it," he says andproceeds to expand on my answer while I let out my breath.My friend Gina, who often sits beside me, nudges my side. "Good for you!"she whispers but I blush self consciously as other students turn round tolook at me.The chemistry class shimmers and disappears and my mind flicks to thenext class, a biology one, and then by the time it is over I am beginningto feel hungry. I join the lineup in the cafeteria and pick up a salad, apack of chips and glass of water. . Something about the way she walks has a certain strut to it that make me want to see up her skirt and between her thighs and reach into her panties and finger her and taste her and thenputmycockinherandFUCKherFUCKhertillshe......I realize that I've gone into fantasy land again and have no idea what has been said in the last couple of minutes, and have been running my gaze over her body without attempting to disguise my desire. I also have a lump in my shorts. This time I Know I've been caught,.