Every summer, teens belonging to those families and their friends were taken by the adults to spend a set amount of days at those cabins and just enjo... the calm, warm atmosphere of the lake, and go through that final recharging of batteries before school restarted. This year was special, though. Just a few weeks before their senior year of high school was to start, with every single one of them being of age, their parents had allowed those teens to stay for three days at the lake completely by. .PLEASE...getme out of thi--" TY-ler? Why are you hiding? Who told thee that thou wast wearing thewrong clothes? Hast thou worn of the basket, whereof I commanded theethat thou shouldest not wear?," Lyssa's teasing voice shocked him fromhis frantic plea for divine intervention.He tugged at the delicate straps of gladiator sandals that he had sofoolishly decided to try on...along with items of Lyssa's wardrobe thathe had found folded in the accursed laundry basket. Prayersnotwithstanding, the. One for each grade. Sally as a freshman who was to afraid to kiss him for longer than a couple seconds. Kayla as a sophomore. Probably one of the few girls who was in the same league as Jenny. She was his favorite of the three. Smart and sexy but too flirtatious with the other guys for his taste. They fooled around a bit, him getting multiple blow jobs in her basement. And Kayla having her toes curl thanks to his handy work with his fingers and tongue. He wasn't experienced but he made up for. “Luci, I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “Please...tell me you love me too.” Luciel felt him give a startled lurch and opened her eyes. The intensity of emotion in his glowing gaze moved her. A single tear rolled down Davariel’s rosy cheek. “T-tell me… you love m-m…” His lids began to droop, the fire in his eyes waning. She looked down, wondering what was wrong with him, and stared horrified… at his beating heart in her bloodied hand. They dropped. Luciel sat up screaming in her bed..