I’ve tried to provide a similar example for Meka that Charlie must be providing you girls, all five or six of you.” When I raised my eyebrows at h...m, he smiled and said, “Meka’s told much of you and your family in the past month or so. She’s quite taken with you girls, your maturity, your personalities. She’s said that you girls remind her of herself and her friends, including Katie out there, when they were your age. Your dad’s also told me a little bit about you girls, your Gang of Six, now.. )WARNING: In this story I will be trying something new for me at least.Here I will not be doing a few things:• Explaining a characters thoughts or feelings.• Using standard paragraph story telling writing format. (Continue)• Explaining past information via narrator.• Having narrator exposition of any kind.• Using titles for every chapter, but maybe arcs or large groupings of chapters. (Individual chapter titles are replaced with a numerical system: continue down)Things I will be doing:• Going. Warm and wet, he started to tease her clit. Calista gripped the edge of the desk, her body getting rigid. A breathy moan escaped her open mouth.He was getting harder with every twitch, every moan. And she was right, they didn’t have a lot of time. Oscar reluctantly pulled his finger from her hungry pussy and stood up from his chair. She watched him unfasten his belt and lower his pants and then his boxers. He stepped closer, grabbed Calista by the waist and pulled her against him. She reached. No sound! She moved her arms to push him off, but an unseen force thrust them to her sides. What the fuck was going on? She was in a panic, her eyes wide, but she could not move! He was thrusting hard now, his eyes closed, concentrating on the inevitable rush from his loins. Even in the face of this unreal situation, her mind raced to remember when her last period was. Shit!"Uhh...uuuuhhhhh....aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" Lance bellowed out as he thrust home into the restrained cheerleader. She.