“Says the stoner.” I shoot back, and she punches again.“Will you quit it?”“Asshole.”“You hate me?”“Shut up, both of you. Making my k...ee hurt.”I look at her, and she grins. She grabs my elbow, and kisses my cheek.“Little weird there, Lisa?”“Oh, uh, yeah. You know, I’m his fro. Female bro.”“Gotcha. Can we go back? I’m in pain.”“Sure yeah. Jump on my back.” I said.“Right.”He’s pissy when he’s in pain, I guess. We’re walking back, and she asks Matt, “You partying enough?” “I do when I can.. I was a 3rd-year student studying engineering in Hyderabad. I was volunteering for a college festival that occurs every year. As part of this event, I was in charge of organizing a book donation drive. My best friend at the time, Sheena was also on the same team helping me organize the event.Sheena was a great friend, we both met during our first year and bonded over our mutual hate for a senior student. I used to think about her sexually when we were new friends but over the years our. " She murmurs meekly, looking down at the ground. "Slave." Sir replies, his tone giving away just how angry he is. She looks up at him and when she does, he grabs a handful of her hair and snatches hard. "I told you..not to cum.. and you did it anyways." His eyes are hard and cold and she trembles in fear. "I..i'm sorry Master." Katie stammers and she means it. "You're not near as sorry as you're going to be by the time the day's over, slut." He barks out and trails his hand up her shirt and. In our overflowing cups of wine and imagination, we will always be freshly remembered. In the future, when life and bodies may be freely exchanged, our stories will be used by mothers and fathers to teach their sons and daughters -- that once there was a Fictionmania; once men and women dreamed beyond the bounds of life and death, and our dreams and thoughts shall go forth to the ending of the world, but we shall be remembered; we few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for all of those.