. if thats ok?"I held out my hand and she passed the list. It was incredibly short. I read it out loud. "No Scat Play." I nodded "Fine by me. Hate the...concept" No physical contact that breaks bones, scars or is generally permanent." I agreed to that though stipulated that this didnt include agreed upon tattoos. Samantha considered this and agreed. "No pimping. Mutually agreed multiple partners is ok." I thought about this. I had never contemplated sharing her, but I agreed. Samantha smiled at. As the night went on, folks started to wander outside to enjoy the sea breezes and warm late summer night. JC and Reuben started walking along the beach away from the others. JC sometimes enjoys her wine a bit too much, and Reuben sensed this, and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked; she reciprocated by wrapping her arms around his big body. Eventually they stopped a moment, and Reuben looked down at JC and said, "Baby, I like you. I see you around the hospital looking so. And did my mom bathe him with anti-bacterial wipes before they did?It was Friday, though, that all hell broke loose. I was in the middle of my Social Sciences final, the last official class of my senior year, when the school went into lockdown.Fuck!Our school had lockdown and active shooter drills more often than we had fire drills. It was a way of life. The chances that there would be an active shooter in the school sometime during our education had risen to one in six hundred during our. “But if you found one that was decently hung, and would promise to not only keep our secret but use protection ... I might be up for it.”“I might know of one or two that fit that description. Let me look into it.” I said.“Okay, Mr. Stud, who would you want? If you could fuck anyone.” Heather asked.“I ... don’t want to say,” I said as I finished off what I was eating.“Oh come on, I told you,” Heather said. “If you could fuck any of my friends, any of them, who would you fuck?”“Okay. I’d fuck.