The clerk was a twenty-something woman, one of those Goth/Emo types whose attitude and dress I never understood or found appealing. Typical of the gen...re, she had jet black hair, which was complimented by her solid black attire and matching, heavy black boots. She was covered with numerous tattoos on her arms and neck, and piercings along her ears and lips. I’m sure she had a tongue piercing, although it wasn’t obvious when I talked to her. I did see a large butterfly tramp stamp surrounded by. They knew about Derrick and me already, I guessed. They knew the nature of our relationship and they knew what he had in mind for me as we approached the stairs leading hup to the second floor of the frat house, the floor where the brothers had their rooms. I blushed as a few of the boyz started to hoot and whistle and I could feel their eyes on my bottom as Derrick led me up the stairs."Yeah, its on!" one said, followed by laughter."Yo, Krista," another said. "You fixin' breakfast tomorrow. Since our time is limited, no minute is wasted. As soon as we clear the parking lot, I’m touching him. Whether my hand is on his leg (usually) or stroking his arm, that hour away is when I satisfy my need to be close to him. If he can take his hand off the stick, he puts it on my leg as well. And I still get a jolt every time he does it…whether he’s near my pussy or not. I do like opening my legs to make it easier for him though. He’s got talented fingers and I really enjoy it when he uses them. "They boarded the Tardis and with its normal whine and groaning of a worn out dimensional stabilizer, vanished from sight.Just as the Tardis finished dematerializing, the Brigadier entered the lab, "Doctor, I have a ... Gone again. I wonder for how long this time." He turned and returned to his own office."Well Sarah, it looks like we are going just where I set the controls to go." That is a nice change. Last time you said that, we ended up dealing with a creature in the tunnels under the.