“You know, I really liked your story from class,” she said breaking the silence.“Thanks. I liked yours, too.” I said.She’d written an angsty...story about a couple of twenty-year-olds from a small town who break into their old high school at night to get drunk. As the night goes on, they discover that each suffered abuse at the school – the guy was bullied by the other kids, and the girl was sexually assaulted by a teacher. Each of them is still dealing with the psychological scars from their. A pit formed in my stomach hearing my phone ring. What if that was Ricky saying he wasn’t coming over. The doubt was there but the track record wasn’t. In the last half hour my phone had rang a dozen times. Half were Hailey trying to get me out to her party, the rest spread among various other friends also wanting to hangout. This was the first call I hadn’t made it to for screening and ignoring. Ricky didn’t know what I had planned for tonight. All he knew was I had the night planned for the. His eyes still closed and his throat still swallowing my cum. He rolled over onto his back. He needed to cum now too and he wanted me to know it. I looked at his beautiful thick cock. It was wet with his own clear, sticky pre cum. I watched it as it throbbed, pointing straight up at his belly button, so firm and erect that it didn’t even touch his stomach. As I leaned over towards his throbbing dick, I saw another drop of pre cum form at his tip. I gently licked it off and his cock jumped and. So she was Pat to Sandy, and to James, the older gentleman she became friends with. Those two she loved to chat with everyday. They were both writers too, of course. She had made it a habit to only make friends with fellow writers. That seemed safer somehow. Finally she had about thirty-five "friends" and only a few were what she would call real friends. These she trusted. Well, really, she trusted everyone on the site. Maybe that was her first big mistake.The sound of the flute, or some kind.