”Adam glanced down at the mess on his chest, hand, and cock. “Me too,” he chuckled.“Get cleaned up. I’m going over to Angie’s dorm. I�...ll put some more credits in your account, if you want to go play with Becky.”“Hell, yeah,” Adam responded.“They’ll be there in a few minutes. Bye.” She waved, and then closed down the connection to her cam.Adam leaned over and picked up a shirt, the closest thing he could use to clean up. A message from Danbru brought him out of his post-come lethargy and. All our guests have left. But they watched your movie.”“Ooh, did they? Yay!” I clapped my hands together. “It was so much fun making a movie. Just the bestest. Like when I made the movie for the website to get money.” I gasped. “We should do that again.”“We don't need money like that any longer. We have BT Chemical, remember?”“Oh, right.” I laughed. “It's so gooey and marshmallowy in my brain. Right, we own our own company. And it makes bimbo produce.”He let out a snorting laugh.I beamed as my. It had been enough already. Eighteen years of living hell so far. Eighteen years of torture and torment and endless actual nightmares and agony and anguish. I would put an end to everything now, without delay. I still remembered the day I came across Alve Anders. I was a self-conscious and shrinking sixteen year old back then. Guiltless and inoffensive and lawful. I ran into him while wandering about Blanco West High School’s extensive corridors, lost and gone out of track. Without foreseeing. Next week was going to be busy.Abe was standing in the door of my office with Jed. They had big grins on their faces. Abe said, "Jed and I spent some more of your money today. We bought four parts washers and four bead blasters along with the biggest compressor we could find with all the toys. Then we made the Snap-On guy's day by ordering all the special tools we would need. Jed has eight men starting Monday morning. They will work in pairs so that is only four teams. We will need at least two.