"He stops and locks the door. I quickly draw my Katana and General Pain questions, "Ira, is something wrong."I reply, "My olfactory units detect a dis...turbing odor."He answers, "I locked down the house and I don't smell anything."I ordered, "Less-then-ever, please prepare for the forthcoming onslaught!"Present – Jack – Weapons retrievalSomething has Ira spooked and she's good enough that if she's spooked then it's important! But what the hell could have broken into the house? I had it locked. ” “None of your business,” Vixen said, pulling free. “You can go to jail, and so can the people who made those things. Or you can be nice to me and . . .” “Go to hell,” Vixen spat and ran down the hall, tears in her eyes. She called Ralph at his frat house and told him she wanted to see him. At the student union they drank Cokes, and Vixen told the young man that her speech teacher was threatening her. “He knows something that could get me in trouble, my dad too.” “What?” the boy asked. Vixen. Ok, hold on, I need to brew it up..."Fart-Girl grinned and placed both her green latex-gloved hands onto her belly.She paused and bent over slightly, pressing her hands hard against her stomach.She was concentrating as her tummy brewed up the desired gas she needs.Her tummy bubbled as she focused hard.She then turned around, placing her hands onto her knees as she leaned over forward.Buttsniff-Girl stared at her bottom. There was a long cut-out slit around the bum of Fart-Girl's catsuit,. The rain was dripping off my now messy soaked hair, down my face, down my chin towards my boobs. In the shack, it was warm and muggy but dry. I sat down on a bench that was inside and unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt in order to wipe away the droplets of the cool rain. As I did so, I was startled by the noise of someone approaching. I tried to quickly button up my shirt but, in my haste, I did the reverse and slightly opened up more to reveal the soft curves of my breasts. “What’s going on.