..gently but firmly. She pulled his head back and looked him straight in the eye. "I might let you fuck me today" she said, her free hand stroking the...side of his face and her index finger playing with his lips. "Or I might not. It depends on how good a boy you are going to be" and with that she moved forward and kissed him. Slowly and sensuously, her tongue slipping into his mouth as her eyes remained fixed on his. He felt his knees weakening and his cock hardening as she pushed against him.. Gilbert," I said."Yes, Tyballa?" What we were doing doesn't matter, not right now. We can talk about it tomorrow. All that matters is Renee. Will you take us to the hospital?" Tyballa!" Please. What if she dies?"The dean turned white."Oh, I'm sure she won't die. The doctors will take good care of her."But she seemed to stumble a bit, as if my words had taken away her strength."Please Ms. Gilbert, please take us to the hospital, or have Ms. Dunn drive us. She's our friend and we should be there.. " As reverently as she demanded, Steve lowered his face to her foot, kissedit softly, then kissed the polished toe of the boot before slipping it ontoher foot. "And each buckle as you fasten it," she added, and he did as she told him,tasted the the sharp tang of silver on his lips as he touched them to each,moving up her legs until his cheek rested against her bare knee. He repeated the same process with the other boot, again finished with hischeek against her knee. Now she rested her hand. He just didn't have a sunny, smiling visage at any time. It didn't mean he wasn't a kind, compassionate guy. It just didn't appear that way from his face and voice. She finally gave a mental shake that was a bit visible and began to speak. "I am Michelle Richton. My parents and brother survived the Day and I was thirteen years old. We lived in Denver. Dad kept us inside during the worst of the time after the Day. My mom was a nurse and was at the hospital. She stayed there until there were no.