”Who the hell are you?” He asked.*Would you believe me if I told you I was your fairy Godmother.*”No.” He replied flatly.*I didn’t think so....He waited several seconds hoping the voice would elaborate, she didn’t. Giving up instead, he asked. ”Why don’t I have time to slowly level up?”No answer. No surprise. Well if he had any doubts they were gone now. He now knew for certain that somehow his life had just become one of his least favorite types of game an MMORPG.Well fuck. He thought. I was nearly to the end of the line getting my food when he came limping into the lunch room. He was greeted by raucous laughter so bad that he turned around and left without even getting in a food line. I sat down at an empty table as was my habit, but I was there less than two minutes before Sheila and four of her friends got up from their table and came to sit with me.To say the least, I was stunned. No one had ever deliberately chosen to sit with me at lunch before, but here were five of. Sie wollte ihn nicht verletzen, sondern nur seinen Körper vor Schmerz zucken sehen, es genießen, ihn zu dominieren. Alex stöhnte dabei laut. So sehr es auch weh tat, irgendwie machte es ihn trotzdem geil. Sein Schwanz wurde steinhart."Hast du schonmal von Edging gehört?", fragte die Herrin."Nein, was ist das?", antwortete die Freundin."Orgasmuskontrolle. Du wichst ihn hart und schnell, bis er beinahe kommt und dann stoppst du! Dann wartest du einen kleinen Moment, bis er abkühlt und machst es. I’d stopped into the grocery store on my way home, and picked up a package of franks, and four packages of Lipton’s Spaghetti, because it had been on sale — two for ninety nine cents, what a deal, what a bargain. What a shitty dinner. The kids passed and one even nodded politely. That was nice. I kept trying to list the nice things I thought of, to pass the time and cheer myself up. It was a nice night. Though not really, what with the fog. It wasn’t cold, which for November is always nice. But.