I just spent the last little bit tearing into her for being a slut when, if I was understanding her correctly, she was being just that because she wanted to have me but… knew she couldn’t or something stupid. I mean, we had sex relatively recently and if she jumped me, I wouldn’t have said no. Was this her way of coping with the sextoys fact that I didn’t think of her as much more than a sex toy? Making herself a universal sex toy? I was taken out Hardcore of my thoughts by my phone ringing. Lightly pushing Megan off of me, I took out my phone. Nicole was calling me. Yay. I pushed the stockings ‘accept’ button.’ “Yeah?” I asked humorlessly. “The council meeting is almost over. If you two snuck into the hallway for a quickie, I’m going to be angry. You should take council more seriously.” The condescending voice of Nicole greeted me. Of course. More fucking sex. “Oh, shut the fuck up.” I told her, then shut off my phone before she could respond. I looked back to Megan, who had her back up against a locker with her eyes closed. I stared at her for about japanese five seconds, then sighed. “I’m sorry.” I admitted. I took her hand in mine. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” “Yeah.” she weakly responded, then pushed herself off of the locker again. We started walking back again. I chuckled. “At least if I’m an asshole that might make you stop loving me so you can move on and find someone better.” I offered. Megan just looked straight ahead. “I won’t stop loving you.” she told me sincerely. I hope Megan didn’t see me roll my eyes. Sure she wouldn’t.*** Nicole was surprisingly accepting of how much of a foul mood I was in, even after my outburst at her. Her understanding, it seemed, was only paralleled by her silence. Shortly after we arrived, the council ended, then devolved into a storm of gossip. It was a pretty juicy sight for the Gossip Machine to see the girl that was missing come back in tears, escorted by the guy she blew last semester to boot. The theories were all over the place. Frankly though, I didn’t care. I needed to leave. Which of course I didn’t get to do. Once again Nicole had to do some favors and given my crappy mood, we both realized it was a recipe for trouble for me to tag along, so with the promise of coming back in half an hour, she left, leaving me sitting on the school’s front steps. Sitting wasn’t doing me much good, so after asian a bit I just went inside and started to wander the halls. I had no goal in mind, I just wanted to stay in motion. I wasn’t really walking to any particular place, but a couple of minutes and a few awkward disingenuous ‘hello’s to passing custodians later, I found myself facing what the school referred to as the Spartacus room, the room where I did all of my working out. After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes Clark asked me how I felt. That's great.” I jumped up and kissed them both the Spanish way. Both of them looked up at him while pleasuring him orally. “You are amazing.” EVER! It was all I could do to not choke on the bite I just took. Dreamgirl Delights would be packed tonight. It's been a pleasure being here with all of you and spending time getting to know you all. She laughed a little, “Oh Sammy, baby, let's see, how about your long hair, your wide hips, your thick ass, the tight jeans, your trimmed nails, the fact that you shave, the sextoys way you love to cook, you love to clean, you love to dance… I could go on?” Mr Thompson had just pulled out japanese the first sheet of papers with a check clipped to the front for $50,000. The exact same one that she had stockings thought asian was just a part Hardcore of her bad nightmare that she had had the week before. Then she looked ahead.