"Would you have a problemgetting your head around the idea of me getting more serious with her?"she quizzed. "Maybe it's the changes to my body, but I... can't get her outof my mind right now. And all I can think of is..." I get it. You don't have to draw me a picture, Dina," Casey interrupted."You just talked to me about opportunity. Don't blow those opportunitiesby doing all your thinking with your penis. We're both going to have togo slow with the changes. But, if you have feelings for Amber. I feel so loved." She said as tears ran down her pretty face. "I need to tell you something." She began to cry and pulled from me."What's wrong baby?" I asked her as I watched her sit on the sofa. I rushed to hold her in my arms. "Tell me what's wrong." I said rocking her.She looked to me with tears running down her face, "Trisha! Her family disowned her." She cried harder, her body sobbed against me. "She doesn't have anybody to take care of her." Why?" I asked looking to her. "She's pregnant,. I grinned in satisfaction. Had I known how that image would plague me all day Sunday, I never would have dreamed it up. I couldn’t get the thought of having the major to myself–naked, hard, and willing to please me in every way imaginable–out of my head. I caught my fingers sliding down my belly more than once. My favorite of the Sunday fantasies was the one where I climbed under his desk and worked my wicked way on his cock with my mouth. He had to sit there and pretend everything was normal. I reached out and my hand brushed one of the shelves lining the walls. I stepped closer and felt for anything on the shelf. Something should offer some kind of light. I found several items, but I had no idea what any of them did, and none of them felt like a flashlight or lantern.“Rho?” I called aloud. At this point, hiding her presence seemed moot. “Rho, where are you?”She didn’t answer. I knew protective spells could stop her from responding to me, but it never occurred to me that such spells.