She deserved better, I told her. But she wouldn't listen to me."C'mon, Brenda... Come with me, please." No way, Syl." Why not?" 'Cause I hate those pa...rties... I hate sissy boys... and most of all I hate creeps who hit their girlfriends." He's not a sissy boy. And..." And?" He hasn't hit me since..." You lucky girl."She was displeased with my irony, but she kept begging."Why do you want me to go with you? Call your stupid friends and go with them." They are at the party already. I don't want to. I slip the ends of the towel between my legs, drying my hairless taint, my cheeks, and the cleft between them. I dry my thighs and my knees, alternately lifting a leg, perching on one leg like a Herron as I dry my toes.I mindlessly drop the towel to the floor, standing before a full-length mirror. I run my fingers, with their perfectly manicured pink fingernails, down my sides, resting my thin hands on my hips. I cock my head back and forth, making kissing faces at myself in the mirror. I like. He presses his lips directly over that spot, and she moans loudly and grips the back of his head. Her body begins to heat up from his touch. She feels her clit spring to life. Her wetness seeps onto his lap. He reaches around her body with his right hand and touches her sensitive vagina. She lets out another moan and pulls his head from her neck. She devours his mouth with wanton hunger. She moans pleasure onto his lips as he traces her slit with his index finger. Her hips begin to move against. He did not know why. Perhaps it was a concentration problem, or that he could not multi-task efficiently enough. In any case, he could not use more than one talent at a time, except when he was in close proximity to a target... very close.He reached out with his mind, and was satisfied with what he found. Inside the house one person was awake, as usual. The other three were in that state he had learned to recognize as sleep. Now all he had to do was wait for this guard to come outside for one.