The new Mike was the entire essence of the old Vicki,and that wasn't a bad man. He really seemed and looked handsome toVicki, and she felt a strange t...ngle between her legs and realized thatshe was being turned on by her own body, then decided to continue abouther business.Nick took a small helping of mashed potatoes, and had very little onhis plate. The rest of the family had seemingly covered their plateswith ham and potatoes and gravy, and a fresh slice of cherry pie. ButNick had never been. Curse this sensitive and introspective nature of mine! Oh what Iwouldn't give to be a Wolfcastle-esque man of action at times like that."He strikes a manly pose and mimicks firing an automatic weapon,hopelessly unconvincing."But I think the more you aspire to be like that, the less you are ableto choose when it comes out of you. Aggression has a way of feedingitself. You wouldn't really be the same Martin anymore. It would be acase of 'and they became what they beheld'..."The boy startles,. This alone was starting to excite me and and idea sprang into my head. I looked at the razor's handle thoughtfully, but quickly rejected the idea. I looked around the counter and spotted my hairbrush. I grabbed it, and with my pubic hair only half shaved, shaving cream still all over it, I began to try and slide the brush handle up inside me. I didn't even get it in a whole inch before it started to hurt. I quickly pulled it out. Deciding that I should start with something smaller, I brought my. "Kate Philips" it read. My heart pounded in my chest, this was too much of a coincidence. I needed one more piece of evidence to be sure. I opened my phone and typed a quick message."What is your last name?"I waited impatiently for an answer, fidgeting in my seat in a cold sweat."Philips. Why?"My jaw dropped. I looked up at my teacher. It was her, no doubt, who I had had an intimate conversation with. I found myself studying my teacher. She was blonde and had brown eyes, but she lacked the DD's.