Stopping there for a moment, Iput my mouth over it and gently sucked on it. And as Isuspected, you let out a little squirt of hot, saltypee right into...my mouth. After savoring it for amoment, I swallowed it and then moved up to yourbeautiful little clitoris. I found it standing up, soswollen and firm, just like a little penis-head. As Iput my mouth over it, I did it very carefully andgently because I knew it was so sensitive that youcould hardly stand me touching it. At this point you were. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were things like ‘GOD HATES FAGS’, ‘PRAISE ALLAH’, ‘THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION’, ‘IT’S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper. Misti was looking at her with a strange look on her face, and asked if she knew how to dance. Carol told her she knew some of the modern dances, and could line dance with a little help. Misti asked her then, "Do you know any erotic or exotic dancing?" Carol admitted that she could "bump and grind" a little bit, but little else. Misti asked her, then,"Would you like to learn? If you would, I would enjoy teaching you. I think you would enjoy it, even if it sometimes a bit difficult. In any case. Now, instead of looking nervous, he looked more embarrassed. My job here was done. True, maybe it was a little cruel, but I just couldn't have this conversation with him right now. Especially with Luke appearing in the hall behind him."Um... so I'll get one of Jase's books for you to read then," Eddie said, and then abruptly turned. "Hey Luke," he said, pausing momentarily before continuing on his way--quickly--down the hall."What's with him?" Luke asked, glancing over his shoulder as he neared.