I had recovered the memory of her first meeting with her best friends,Nicky and Lisa. They had actually met in grade 6, when they had gone toschool in... skirts and halter tops, only to have to spend the wholerecess with their backs against the wall, as boys kept trying to pullon the strings, when they weren't trying to lift up the skirts.They bonded over a common low opinion of boys, and remained bestfriends ever since. Better still, I didn't seem to be losing any of mymemories of my life as. I see it in your eyes. I want to take that neglect and make it lust. I hope to see you at the party. The things I would do to you..." It was signed "Steven". I read and reread the email wondering who could have sent it.The whole week I received emails, each one getting me hotter and hotter. "Steven" would tell me that my body looked ripe for making a baby, that my breasts could fill out nicely. Each one I would secretly masturbate thinking of Steven taking me. After reading one email I replied. However, today there was no sign of Rhonda and Sally Mead. Nobody on the bus knew where the two girls were but what they did know was that they wanted Jack to jerk off again just like he did yesterday. Jack wasn’t really in any sort of mood to masturbate in public after their meeting with Principal Jordan but the kids on the bus insisted otherwise so finally he relented.Jack quietly began stroking his penis until it was rock hard again. The action of doing this seemed to inspire the defiance in. I had extrapolated 200 RMP and that was just a guess. I wished for a damned tachometer.Reaching over, I grabbed my watch off the table and pushed through the settings until I found the stopwatch. 300 times per minute was 5 times per second, so 10 seconds equaled 50 times. Could I count 50 strokes in 10 seconds? Maybe, staring at the stopwatch and concentrating for everything I was worth.At 200, the knob was 3/4's of the way around the dial. Twisting it full to the right, I clicked the stopwatch.