I had been chatting online occasionally through a website I had joined that dealt with fetish stuff. I joined the website a few days after I had turne...d 18, enjoying my newfound legality I was exploring certain areas of the internet that had been inaccessible just days ago. This particular website was again oriented around fetish stuff, and I had been reading erotic stories about Dominant and Submissive stories for years so I had developed kind of a fantasy that revolved around that idea. Now at. We shook hands, you two kissed, and we watched the limo pull away, taking him to the airport. Wine won’t do it today, you said, and you ran back to your house to retrieve a bottle of Russian vodka. I found the shot glasses. Neither of us were big drinkers, but I think we needed it then to relieve the tension in the room. I still didn’t have any place to sit in the kitchen, so I put my hands under your arms to boost you onto the kitchen island. As I placed you down on the counter, my hand. I’m surprised Michelle didn’t call me that when I answered the phone. I had hung out with Michelle and the other girls since that party, usually with Julie of course, but Michelle had never shown any interest in me other than as Julie’s neighbor. She did always pay close attention when we would end up skinny dipping in the pool, but then I paid more attention to her when we were naked too. So instead of all those things you immediately think of when you think of Prom, this was to be just a. At least solidly made, not some candy-assed fantasy sword for hanging on the wall. I block the bat several times. A brave neighbor tries to get to the girl. For his efforts, the crazy guy hits him in the head with the bat. He goes down, unconscious. I stab the jerks back as hard as I can but the point isnt sharp enough to make a serious wound. At least I draw him away from the girl and the unconscious neighbor. Glad I took some training on actually using a sword. Where the fuck are the cops!?.