That was why I had been chosen.I was sitting at an outdoor restaurant, making sure everyone ignored me, when he came out of the Denny's across the str...eet. Mr. Bell had a blank-faced waitress following him puppyishly. Casting subtlety aside, he'd merely suppressed her awareness of self and memory, making her little more than a puppet dancing on his strings.I scratched an itchy place under the patch that covered my left eye--a casualty from my early days. A telekinetic had managed to get a metal. It would be obvious that my cunt was leaking. The more I fretted about the situation the worse it got. My brain was overloaded. There was the crowd, taking my pictures, there were the strangers seeing my nakedness for the first time, and there was the artist, dabbling paint on my body from just inches away. My pussy was on fire, dying to be touched and relieved of the tension. The artist was finally done. He was checking his work and realized there was touch-up needed on my vagina. I was. Abby took both of Brad’s hands and placed them on Britney and Amber’s tits again. The girls couldn’t believe that Brad, the most handsome hunk at school, was feeling their tits.Luckily all of this close friendship was hidden from Eric’s view. “They must be really good friends,” Eric said to his mom.“They must be.”“You know ... maybe there is something you can do to help Eric,” Brad looked to Britney.“There is? What can I possibly do?” Britney asked, interrupting her lighter weeping. She looked. I walked to the counter island and pulled out a stool to sit on. Putting my right heel on the bottom rung, I lifted myself onto the stool. I sat there with my right foot on the bottom rung and my left leg stretched out with my foot lightly touching the floor. Sitting that way, I realized my skirt slid up my legs a bit, almost to mid-thigh on my right leg.. As I sat, I moved my head around trying to loosen my shoulder muscles. Seeing me rolling my head around, My son came up behind me and began.