It was so annoying.I didn't look as I picked up a scroll, I opened it roughly. 'There is a reason why these were hidden, only a few can be trusted to ...se the black scrolls safely, find someone you can talk to without being judgemental' I looked at the colour, it was a grey scroll.Even without thinking I avoided a Black Scroll; I'd been conditioned not to touch them. So let's see if I can be trusted. I reached for a scroll, hesitated before my fingers touched it and so I forced myself to pick it. Was that my face? I looked up at the mirror onmy door and realized that I never did wash off my makeup last night.Half of my face in the mirror was smudged, and on the ID the whole facewas carefully made-up, but that was the only difference. Maybe I wasstill groggy from waking up, but it didn't feel like "VioletteDesrosiers" should be my name. But the only other name I could think ofwas Wally, and I knew that was just from Marine mis-hearing me.She stepped out of the shower just then, towel. The view caused such a hardon that I had to squeeze my legs together. I felt it was a hardon harder than yesterday evening.But this time I did not try to suppress my groan rather I stroked it from the top of my pant, as my attention was locked on the sweet curvaceous swell of her bottom.Allah! What a magnificent view, I stammered as I was excited. She saw me and tried to hide her ass and cunt with her hands in fright.'Oh!' I said. 'Don't be alarmed, my sweet love, I am awestruck by the sight of. “Do you really think you can turn the head of a woman my age? That would be both illegal and unethical. And rather stupid when you have so many girls your age to choose from.” She leaned in close to me and spoke so only I could hear her. “Come back when you’re eighteen.”I couldn’t believe I was going to school. I’d be a freshman hobbling around on crutches and dragging a rolling bookbag behind me. Mom took me shopping after the doctor appointment. I got a couple new pair of jeans since mine had.