It struck a nearby tree and exploded, spraying fire in all directions like a Molotov Cocktail. Noah looked back at the old man, one hand outstretched ...while the other covered the stab wound in his chest from Noah’s knife. He wasn’t holding a flare gun or any other kind of device that would explain what had just happened.“You can’t be serious,” Noah muttered.“Fireball!” the old man shouted again.Just like before, a sphere of condensed flames formed in his hand, about the size of melon, and shot. One night, after almost three weeks with no sex, I turned to “Old Faithful” – the Quest chatline, hoping to at least have phone sex with someone. I’d had moderate success with Quest previously – a few threesomes, a few fucks with strangers, and a few hot phone sex sessions with single women and couples. On this occasion, in 2013, I was about to get lucky again.It was a hot summer’s night, and I was laying in bed with the ceiling fan on and the covers pushed away. The a/c was on but it was still. "Katherine Wilson, Miss," I replied."Well done, Miss Wilson." Thank you." I smiled.Miss Pearce smiled back and turned to the white board."Thank you, Miss Pearce," mocked Tiffany Hayes, at me. She was a plump girl with a mean streak. "Shut up," I snapped back, louder than I had wanted. Which grabbed the teacher's attention."Who said that?" Miss Pearce demanded, her hands on her hips. "Katherine," Tiffany told her.Her green eyes were angry. "Miss Wilson, you stay here after school for detention,". "Yes. Hic. I'm not ... hic ... drunk you know." I growled.He moved my horse around and I tried to hop a bit, moving closer. To my shame I outright belched, loudly. Kevin was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. But wisely remained silent. The hiccups were gone."Here in my hands." He'd bent, cupped his hands and waited."I can't step into..." No, your knee. Place your left knee here in my hands, I'll lift and..." Of course." I said and blushed.It took two tries but he lifted, I pulled on the saddle.