’ Like an obedient Shisa He complied, knowing it pleased her, feeling no necessity to exert authority when none was appropriate. ‘You must eat mor..., You become a bag of bones before my eyes.’ He smiled. Strange the way her words were chiding yet fearful. The taste of loss was somehow wrapped in her phrasing. ‘My belly still holds an obi down comfortably chouko. I would no miss a week of meals I have grown so comfortable.’ She laughed, as geisha often laugh, with practiced shyness and modesty.. Although they were nice, the orgasm that had been building began to fade. Distantly she heard the voice of her Sex-Ed teacher speaking."Ok everyone gather around. You see she's almost ready." The fingers moved up to circle her clit. "You all know what a clitoris looks like, so we won't need to go over that." There was a round of chuckles. Then the teacher's voice continued, "Boys I want you to get a whiff of her scent. Does it smell different than girls' pussies do most of the time?" There was. You gotta swear.”“Okay. I swear.”“Cross your heart?” I was enjoying myself, and it was working—her mood was considerably lighter than a few moments before.“Cross my heart,” she said, making the motions.“Okay,” I said. “The secret is...” I let the silence draw out and she glared at me. “The prettiest girls never get asked out.”She screwed up her face. “Huh?”“That’s the secret.”“That’s a dumb secret.”“No, it’s not,” I said quickly, trying to look defensive. “Think about it for a second.”She. . right... sorry, just thinking about something," Thirteen apologized with a flustered look on his face. The two of them happened to have a couple classes together besides homeroom, so they got a couple chances to talk to each other. At first Thirteen wondered if the strange voice from homeroom came from Monica since she sat in front of him. Since the strange voice did not match Monica's, he threw that idea out the window."There is no need to apologize, but you should hurry up. They are.