After her third climax left her gasping on the floor, it dawned on her. Mr. Smith had put one of the sensors in the handle of the vacuum sweeper.Armed...with this theory, she rushed to the kitchen to find something to take apart the handle. She found the junk drawer and extracted a 6-in-one tool. Every kitchen should have one! She wasn't daunted by the task of taking the appliance apart. If she could fix a tractor, she could disassemble a puny sweeper.She lowered the handle of the sweeper so that. "I sat down and took a deep breath. "Then I guess that it is time for a little more truth and discovery here. The last time I flew into a hot zone for dustout, it was still hot, very hot. I was injured and when I woke up in a hospital bed I found out just how lucky I was to be alive. The pilot, one patient, and I were the only ones still living on the helicopter when it got to the MASH unit. If we had gotten there any later, I wouldn't have made it either." While I was telling her my tale of. It wasn't Clayton's fault, it was Lindsey who had humiliated her in front of everyone. Now Emma's life in high school was over. Maybe she could laugh it off. There were only a few months left in her senior year after all, but Emma knew this day would scar her forever.Emma rested one elbow on her desk and flipped open her makeup mirror stand to have a look at herself. She was a little below average height. Skinny like a rake, and not in a good way. She had skin pale like she had never gone. "It is," said Natasha, "Then we'll know who is calling the dares."Helen cocked her head to one side and looked at her daughter; "If it is him will it make any difference to whether you continue to do the dares?"Natasha looked surprised for a moment and then sighed, "I don't know," she admitted. "I'm enjoying it and I guess not knowing who is watching is part of the kick. But Kevin is pretty cute for a nerd and being able to put a name and face to our audience would be pretty neat."Natasha.