"Alright the two of you, out with it, how in the hell did you manage to get Derek Brown to drop out of school?" Principal Morris asked."Are you sure y...ou want the responsibility of knowing the details?" I questioned her."Yes damn it, I know you didn't blackmail him, because that punk was acting like he won the lottery or something." She said.Not wanting to implicate Carl in anything, I slightly modified my story to say that I hired a look alike to pose as Coach Cox. The rest of what I told her. Sarah lied on the bed motionless for a moment to recuperate. She then sat up and pushed me down on my back. She then kneeled between my legs and grabbed my stiff dick. She stroked it slowly sending shivers through my body. She then reached down between her legs to get some pussy juice on her hands. Her hand then stroked my dick sliding up and down the skin. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was her pussy sliding up and down my cock. When the jizz started to disappear she bent over. .. which exploded into flames. Before the bottle had even hit, I was already in motion. I glanced at the phone booth, then scowled as I moved to a place beside a building where I was out of sight for the most part. "Damn," I cursed as I took another look at the phone booth. Everyone knew that any self respecting super hero used a phone booth to change, but for me that wasn't an option. The one time that I had tried it, I ended up jammed in there too tight to do anything. But I didn't have time. “Oh my dear; no! You’d be sending a deeply affected client into the wilderness! This is where we come in. Unlike other ‘agencies’ we believe in a holistic, ‘hands-on’ approach to healing the wounded souls of these poor people.” Ashley paused and then carried on, “Speaking from personal experience, there is a lot of hate for anyone not conforming to what is ‘correct’ out there. When I first told my parents about my love for women’s clothes and my desire to get implants, they disowned me.” A.