I don’t think Earlene deserves to be collateral damage, when the shit comes down,” I said.“You don’t get it, she and I need each other,” she...said.“Then, do what you can to keep her safe,” I said.I wouldn’t stop caring, but I figured I had done all I could. I failed her, but she wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last female, I let down.“I’ll try to get down more often,” I said. I knew it wasn’t likely to happen, especially if Jodie reverted to her old self. She wouldn’t want to see me,. Sort of nauseated, like I'd just gottenoff a roller coaster. My vision seemed blurry, too. What the fuck?Was I losing my cool with this old windbag. I breathed in deeply andgave up the staring contest. I looked down to stop the dizzy feeling.When my vision focused again I noticed the oddest thing. The air aroundme seemed to be shimmering like a mirage in the desert. Suddenly Inoticed that my jeans seemed like they were moving, twisting, rising uptowards my waist. I closed my eyes and. We had stopped a massacre and had lost only two students as collateral damage. I hated that part but I had to accept it. I know Ching Lee and Vicky were bothered badly that it happened under their watch.All the Sunday talk shows were filled with opinion heads giving uneducated opinions about both Paris and Oklahoma. Radical Candy Brown on ‘Sunday Morning Washington Live’ was really livid that JBG had the major forces in both.At 1100 I called Arthur Kennedy of ‘Sunday Morning Washington Live’. He kept his thrusts even and in such a rhythm that my body fell into sync with his as I tried to thrust back.Becky held my legs open and bent for him. I grabbed her legs as she straddled me and used them for leverage to be able to push back against David's thrusts, to drive his cock deeper into my aching cunt. I was so hungry with lust. I wanted him to fuck me hard. My passion had taken over and I became insatiable. "David, please, fuck me faster...harder," I begged.But my plea fell on deaf.