Good, bad, doesn’t matter. The curse doesn’t differentiate. It just reacts. It’s a tool,” Jack said quickly. “Like a gun. How it’s used de...ermines good or bad,” Will nodded, following along. “Right. When you want things, luck conspires to make them happen for you,” Jack said, holding her arms wide in revelation. She clearly thought that was an amazing bit of information and was waiting for Will’s reaction. She didn’t get one. He shrugged. “Yeah, I figured that part out.” “What!? You knew? It’s. I looked up at him, as he did to me, and then he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into him for a kiss. His beard tickled my cheeks as his lips met mine. He kissed me roughly and passionately, his tongue parting my lips and finding my tongue. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer. I breathed in his musky cologne and tasted cinnamon on his lips. He broke away from me and slipped his shirt over his head. I placed both hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart beat. His. I responded to Ash, “Whoa! What am I, society’s morals judge? If so, I’m probably a bad example. After all, I’m the guy that slept with underage girls,” I chuckled. “Why not ask Myron? He’s new to our group, hasn’t indulged in our wayward behavior – yet, and has more experience with other women having been married twice before to my once.”Myron held his hand up. “One or two more months and I’ll be as decadent as the rest of you. I’ve had most of my ‘Just Us’ time, and now I’m building. As I thought back to that day, they suddenly popped into my mind.I was fifteen that year and was looking forward to being with Uncle Bert more than I ever had. Remember, it was my fourteenth summer when he got me laid for the first time, with the three Stevens’ girls, Sandy, the mother and her daughters Sandy and Sara. I lost my virginity to Sara that summer, but before the first three days was over I had all three Stevens all three ways, which for a fourteen-year-old, is heaven.Over the school.