Late that night, early thenext morning, actually, as I was lying in bed trying to simultaneouslyscratch all of the places that itched, I thought, "Wel... maybe dying isbetter than this itching," so I got up, got a glass of water, popped oneof the white pills in my mouth and swallowed it When I was still alivethe next morning, I figured that one pill a day wasn't going to kill me- at least not right away, so I began taking a pill every day when I gotup in the morning.After a week or so, the. I'd rather be out doing things than in some lab trying to mix chemicals and recording the reactions.Erica and I went to the orientation for the new class. Wow, I don't want to say what it is yet, but Erica was right, it looks like a ton of fun. We were told that most people signing up either did as a single expecting the instructors to pair them up or full teams. Technically two people isn't a full team, but after a consultation with the Confederacy they decided to leave us alone and not add. Not something that she could give me because she wanted me to have it.I hated my birthday. Not as much as xmas, but almost. It, like every other holiday, was a reminder of the years passing. The loneliness I felt inside. The years wasted not having someone special to share them with. Just me, myself and I, and all 3 of us were getting tired of the same old crap. Dinner, alone. Movie, alone. Maybe a few beers, alone. It got so bad that I now push people away instead of asking them over. I craved. I enjoyed listening to the exquisite moans of pleasured torture I was putting her through as she wanted me to get on with the fucking. I finally relented and began moving down her squirming, twisting body. I moved down to her now drenched panties. I smiled knowing that she was so turned on she had wet herself like this. She smelled amazing and I had to lick my lips in anticipation. Missy was watching me slither down her body and when she saw me licking my lips, she shuddered and moaned.