She disentangled herself from the mass of people and climbed off, standing in a street still half-an-hour away from her house. She wasn’t sure what ...was worse: the embarrassment or the unsatisfied lust. She started her walk home, each step another reminder of the wetness of her panties. She really needed to get laid.Nobody was home when she unlocked the front door and walked inside her dark house. Both her parents worked late and she was an only child. She sighed in relief. Some privacy to. I spare a glance to the guys, who are all sitting at our table, as usual. I take them all in, once again confirming that they are all really quite hot (except my cousin, because that’s just gross). They all have that bad boy air about them, most of them supporting a look that says: “guys beware; ladies come hither.” As my gaze sweeps across them, I stop short. Danny is looking at me with a rather intense expression. Something I can only interpret as a mix between desire and jealousy. I don’t. Reports after the other attacks also spoke of underground slave auctions and secret brothels where the only rule was “wear a condom and you can do anything you want to ‘em” as women jumped from man to man, howling in frustration and denial of the seed that was all they craved.Thank God his closest friend had been able to get out of the city in time as well. Jill biked to work, and her workplace was on the outer edge of the “Pink Zone Radius.” (Some newscaster had used that term instead of “hot. ." Damn it, I'm late for a meeting...I'll talk to you tomorrow, gotta run."Panting and perspiring, Hilary knocks on Mr. Fox's door with thirty seconds to spare."Come in Miss Jennings." I'm sorry. Practice ran late today." No problem. Take a seat. Didn't have time to change, I see." No, I'm a little sweaty, I didn't have time to shower first." Don't worry about that. Let's just get down to business. I am sorry to say that there is virtually no way for you to improve your grade in the six months.