I took her hair and pulled her towards me. I said while fucking her, “You are so loud you will wake the neighbors up, be quiet”. “I’m always l...ud, sorry Pranav (through moans and screams. Shove my panties in my mouth if you worried about the neighbors”. I smiled, “I have something better”. I gestured towards my roommate and he came in, dick in his hand. She stared wide eyed at me and him. While I started fucking her hard again. She started screaming again. I said, ” Hey man, the neighbors might. "Where are we?" Finn asked as they got out of the car and headed for the only house on the block with a light still on."It's Dr. Huntington's house. He was the psychiatrist Grannie made me see after Dad disappeared. He always said I could come over anytime, and I know he's a night owl. He got a job at the Center when it opened, so maybe he can help us out. Leave all the guns in the car. He doesn't like guns." You're just going to ask him to let you into Three Crosses so you can hunt Mitch down. But I can tell you like the way I smell by the hungry look in your eyes. I ask you in, offer you a drink and show you to the living room. I sit back and get to know you for a while, taking the conversation slow. I wait until I've caught you eyeing my feet a couple of times and steer the conversation towards what an obedient slave you're going to be for me. This takes you by surprise, so much so that you almost choke on your beer. But you keep up as best you can, meekly agreeing.I let this. "Me too," Peter answered. He indicated a small stack of papers in front of him. "Creative Writing. We get these writings that people in the class do, and we read them and then do this critique thing on each of them. The class is in like three hours and I haven't even started." "Must be a lot of reading," Jason said. "Not really," Peter answered. "Most people do poems so, like, a page or two. Some people write stories that can get a little long, but mostly it’s poems. This week it's four poems.