I was almost convinced that if I went downstairs right now, I would find Nikki wearing an old shirt of mine, sans panties, and stretching for that one... ingredient that is just out of her reach.Leaving my desk, I picked up my phone and rang Dr. Chivago. He picked it up on the second ring fading into the third. "Mr. Kane?" he inquired instead of the universal 'Hello.'"This is he," I said and immediately wondered whether it was grammatically correct. Screw it, I thought to myself, I was talking to. She had participated in several of the mixed-race games with her identity being completely anonymous and she had to admit the “from behind” humping was a lot more fun when she was unable to see who was making her take it in a shamefully humiliating position. Her father was strict about her contact with the “natives” but she and most of the girls in her same situation ignored the rules of society and let the dark-skinned boys do anything they wanted just as long as their identities were kept a. "Who did this?" Madison and her friends." They'll pay." April helped them." Yeah, Chloe told me about that. She'll pay too. Maybe."We rounded the corner of Miranda Hall and the dormitory was just beyond. We were too late. Three girls were walking through the door, two brunettes and a blond, dressed pretty in their uniforms and with ribbons in their hair. All at once, they saw us and turned their heads."Oh my god!" the blond said."Hold on to me," I said to Hannah. She wrapped her arm tightly.. Kurt associated Damien with the wonderful smell of boy sweat.Kurt still had his foot up on the bench.“You’re taking your time taking that boot off.”Kurt still wouldn’t look up.“What?”“That boot. Stuck to your foot, is it?”“It’s my foot. It’s well sore. I think I may have sprained my ankle.”“Bollocks!”Kurt wouldn’t look up. He was willing Damien to go away and leave him alone.“Why don’t you look at my dick again?”Kurt didn’t say anything. He felt ashamed that he was feeling this way about.