.."I screamed in agony while smelling a horrible stench, which a voice inthe back of my head identified as my own burning flesh. I was onfire. I was...being burned alive. Terror and desperation join with thepain, but I couldn't do anything about it.Somehow, I remained aware of my surroundings enough to see Nadinethrow a blast of fire at Hammer, hitting him from behind and coveringhis entire body in flames. Robe immediately ran around him and swunghis scythe at the redhead. He hit another. “No - me first” she said firmly, with that direct look into my eyes again. She is taking the lead today. Soap rubbed suggestively between her hands, then hands caress my chest, my pierced nipples tweaked as she goes. I moan slightly, too soon? A sharp slap on my bum. “Your turn!”Lather worked up between my hands, I turn her around to face away from me. Reaching around her I massage her stomach, working up to her sensitive breasts, tracing a circle with my fingers around each nipple, cupping. I tore away the top and threw it to the side, leaning down to softly lick her neck and collar bone. Oh was she sweet, sweeter than I ever had anticipated. I began to slowly kiss down her body and dropped the knife to the floor, running my hand gently along her side and feeling the smeary feeling of blood from her open gash. I smiled and licked my hand half-clean then crawled down to softly suck the wound clean, slipping my tounge around and just slightly into it, licking up the extra blood. "Anyway," he smirked, "I think it was prettyhilarious." He screwed up his face into a parody of a girl's. "Oh, Brad,"he said in a high falsetto, "I'm so glad I answered the phone. Hope youcall again real sooon..." He broke down laughing, and I found my mouthtwitching. I finally couldn't hold it in anymore and broke up, too.And, at home the following day, Danielle couldn't help but gush over thesenior that she talked with over the phone, and speculated about hislooks, trying to match the voice.