Skylar was taking me over the edge when I felt a noticeable pull of energy from my shield. It was going all over the house. Then I felt Mary jerked to...the side. I watched something hit Skylar in the center of her chest that pulled her off me and back against a dresser. I felt two bullets whizz by me as they headed through my bedroom wall and into the bathroom. I heard the glass of the shower break from the first bullet and then the thump of the impact with a body.Moving quickly, I checked. One thing I’ve learned is that, just about every one who frequents these arcades is either a cocksucker, or cocksuckee. And the trademark of both of these types is that they invariably will stoop down low and look through the glory hole. And almost all of these guys look as straight as an arrow. I rarely see any ladyboys, like me. So, that being said, when I see a guy stooping low to check out the glory hole, I assume he’s a cocksucker, and therefore uninterested in me. I’ve learned to focus on. Keep in mind, some folks are just hung up on themselves, others are out to only have sex to add a notch in their belt, and the good ones are out for fun, and friendship, in and out of bed. By the way, do you remember our first encounter?”Kandy rolled her eyes, trembled with desire and squealed, “Oh God do I! I wish all men were like that! Wow, that guy could make me cum so many times that I lost count!”As Kandy went on, John’s mind went back to that first encounter…They’d received their first. The Professor could have been dead for several hours. There’s nothing more I can do for him. There’ll be people coming soon, I’d best find some way to cover myself. I put on my shirt. The shirt tail reached below my knees and the sleeves are way too long. I laid the shirt on the floor and cut the sleeves off with a box cutter from my toolbox. Now, if I buttoned the shirt it should stay on my shoulders, but it billows out like a tent when try to walk. I keep bungee cords sorted by size hanging.