One of his fingers parted those lips while his lips kissed the side of her neck. He kept stroking slowly until the lightning struck again. When it did..., the fire thrust her legs back and her mound forward against his hand.“Darling,” he said. As she relaxed, she felt him hard against the back of her leg.“It feels like you want to do it again.”“Want to? How could I not want to? The question is whether you want to.”“Really, I do.” What in hell was all the talk about, anyway? His fingers weren’t. They were used five or six times and then relocated. I was not aware of it, but in the last few weeks extractions started to be done directly from the testing super centers. If you passed you volunteered and were immediately extracted. If you failed your test, you were asked if you were interested in being a concubine. The AIs by now knew what made a good concubine and if you wanted to be one they told you your chances of success. Most men were told they had no shot at all as a concubine. The. Pansy is tiny, but her gaze is enough to make Ginny feel twelve years old again, helpless, awkward, out of place.Ginny stiffens and looks directly back at Pansy, trying desperately to imitate the poise she had in such abundance mere hours ago. "Leave me alone, Parkinson." Why would I do that?"Ginny's palms are sweating and she doesn't know why. She can feel Pansy's hot breath on her neck, the cold stone against her back. The smaller girl's feral grin makes her feel a little dizzy and she. ".D helped me try on the bras and we checked to see which ones were most comfortable, and soon we had enough for day to day use. D went up to the counter with the stuff and paid for it. I was beginning to get a handle on my odd empathic senses, and could now differentiate more than extremes of emotion, so I could sense that Jane was struggling to hide something that felt a lot like amusement.But she was spoiling her hard work by smirking when she thought I wasn't looking, so, even without the.