He wanted to be the blood he sipped from a champagne glass, settled and still, except for maybe the gentle ripples caused by someone nudging it. He wa...ted to become a cow, and graze on grass, without a care in the world.Brain fried, yeap. Complete and total exhaustion sending his mind through loops and into strange dementia, conjuring odd imagery like one might if they hadn’t slept in days. He’d done that once, spent three days awake; using energy drinks to stay up, so he could study for exams. I moved to the military crest of the hill and prepared to start my own little war. Now, the Henry rifle has one major defect, namely, there is no forestock to protect your left hand from a hot barrel. Therefore, you normally have to let the barrel cool down after shooting a full magazine in rapid fire. This was what insured the continued popularity of the Spencer, and I would have stayed with it, were it not for the chance to have my rifle and pistols all use the same ammunition.Anyway, I got. He finally looked at her.“That’s not fair and you know it.”“You should have thought of that before you went on this ridiculous silent strike,” she said.“This won’t change anything,” he said, his chin jutting out.“We’ll see,” she said. “You just be there.”Three kids showed up for detention that day. Two of them, Jerry Parker and Susie Beltone, were there because they’d been caught carving their initials into a counter top in the science lab. They were a couple. Mindy hadn’t thought about others. She was talking about the now massive bulge in my crotch. With that she moved closer. I should have stopped her, but my body didn’t want her to stop. It was definitely body over mind. Her cold hand moved into my shorts while our lips pressed together. Our tongues explored each others mouths as her hand fumbled about . My hand started slowly rising up her leg, her skin was the softest I have ever felt, I reached the top and slid my fingers inside her panties she was soaking wet. As a slid my.