I sat up and paid attention. I liked all my subjects.“You should join in more often”I snapped my head up and looked around. That soft gentle voice... was awfully close. It had been directed at me. It was Tracy, falling into step beside me as we headed to our next class.“Sorry I intervened earlier. I figured you could use the diversion” Tracy said softly and grinned, “you looked like you were going to explode in embarrassment!”I felt myself grinning back. Tracy continued “So, you don’t like. I doubt I could get them to separate though. You do realize they’re a pair don’t you?”Yes, they are. I whispered back.I don’t think you got the meaning of what I said. She replied. “I’m talking sexual pair. They obviously have a sexual relationship together. Are you so blind?”Really, you really think so. But, I never finished the sentence.You think, just because Shelly is fucking you, and don’t deny it, I can tell, that the two of them don’t get it on with each other. She informed me. “I’ll bet. " The premise was pretty stupid, but fun. "The Vigilante" was a man who lived in a big city (New York?) and had a secret identity in which he dressed as a Hollywood-style cowboy, but used a motorcycle instead of a horse. I decided to emulate "The Vigilante" in action, but not in dress. He was more interested in justice than in legality, thus his name. I decided that was what I would be when I grew up: I would be a vigilante. I had gotten my start with the pedophile, and now I would continue. Liz was shocked to see Elise so close. Her breath caught as their eyes met. She visibly quivered under Elise’s gaze. Without speaking, she reached out and pulled down Liz’s cotton shorts. “W-, what are you doing?” Liz’s voice cracked. “Shh,” was all Elise could utter. She covered one of Liz’s puffy nipples with her hand, kneading it slowly. It felt so soft and delicate. She needed to taste it. She leaned forward and kissed her nipple lightly. “Uhh…don’t…” Liz mumbled. Elise didn’t care. She.