Will you tackle me and handcuff me before calling the police or the FBI?” she continued. I swallowed hard and then remembered to breath. She seemed ...very confident in what she was saying, and it wouldn’t be good to fire my weapon here in the apartment building to see if it worked, but what other options did I have? I tensed to move against her, but she wasn’t finished speaking yet.“Do you think you could make it to the sofa before I could hit you with the freeze spell that I have already cast?”. See the bottom for distribution rights.Better Day*** Tom staggered back to his room, not fully recovered from the eventsof the day before, but feeling better about it. On the other hand, hehad two exceptionally expensive concert tickets, and no damn date to gowith. Every, EVERY single girl he had talked to, was busy or datingsomeone or otherwise unable or unwilling to accompany him. Tom was beginning to think it was a conspiracy. The couple or five beers he'd sucked down in. It was a cold October day when I came back to my dorm room crying, having failed my first college test ever. It was in Professor Lambeau's class. Professor Lambeau was in his late 60's, maybe early 70's, a history professor, and by far the most well-respected member of the faculty (by other academic types). To students, he was a hard ass who enjoyed making the lives of his students miserable.My roommates were concerned about me, that I kept crying and didn't want to go out and do anything on. When we got out of the pool, I grabbed Paige and told her, ‘You need to wash the chlorine out of your hair now.’ I saw her mom flash me a knowing smile. We went to our master bathroom. I locked the door, turned on the shower, and shoved her in. Before she could turn I had my shorts off, I pulled the bikini to the side and was pushing my dick into her depths. She had to put her hands against the wall to keep from being rammed through it. I grabbed a tit in each hand through the bikini. A short.