Pierce ran her hand down her long black hair, deep in thought. For several minutes, she paced about the room trying to piece everything together.“Al...ight, I need to take this over,” Pierce said finally. “I hope you don’t mind, but the stakes are too high with something like this. I can’t in conscience let a pair of undergrads have full reign over this.”“Fine,” Hunter said, deflated.“Give me three or four days to do my own research and I’ll call you back in. Until then, stay out of the lab. I’m. She needed it. Wanted to be wanted. It was some kind of game to her. A power trip.She stared me down, burning a hole in my resolve. "So what would you do?"I tried to calm. Told myself it was only a game. Just words. Convinced myself that playing along was a harmless pursuit. I swallowed. "If I was up there? You honestly want to know?" Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."I drew a deep breath. Cast my gaze up and down her amazing legs, formulating a sentence. Wondering how far I could go. "I'd start. I accompanied her to the trial room but only to tease her. She asked me to wait outside the door.I refused so she checked the surroundings and pulled me inside the trial room. She said, “Now you can continue, from where you had left. We have no time to start from the beginning.”I quickly removed her crisscross-bandage crop outfit and placed it aside. My cousin started to suck my lips vigorously, and also spat her saliva inside my mouth. I swallowed it.Now, Usha was only in her pants and her. I raised an eyebrow. “The whole point of whisky, to my mind, is the taste. If you chill it with ice it’s a nonsense. You might as well drink cheap vodka. Or moonshine.”I nodded. “I see what you mean. I don’t have any refrigerator in my boat, so I either have a drink no cooler than the water in the bilge, or a hot drink. I suppose I’m used to room-temperature drinks.”“Yes – Dulcie said you live in a boat. Would you like to tell me about that?” Telling my story took perhaps half an hour, with.