I feel sorry for the poor son-of-a-bitch who walks up to that table and hopes to get lucky with any of those Witches of Eastwick. They all stick up fo...r one another and they all watch each other’s back. If you deal with one, you must deal with them all. No guy would past the test of making it through five discriminating women. I can hear them all now rejecting a guy who was brave enough or horny enough to walk up to their table. ‘Let him go, he’s a loser,’ I imagined my sister saying. ‘Get lost,. This is a rule I decided before Ieven began writing this story and I want to stick with it throughout thisstory.This part is going to have minimum transformations because this part isjust setup and establishing a main plot for this section of the story,next part will have a lot more I promise. Hope you enjoy it.Before the Bell RingsIt was a beautiful morning for students to go to Washington High School.The school buses were arriving and bringing the students there foranother day of learning.. “Don’t do anything stupid. I will wear clothes and come”, she said.My drunk half didn’t want her to go. So I asked her to stay with me. She quietly came near me, held my hand and guided me to sleep on the bed. I hugged her and kept my face on her left boob while her hands were on my hair.Mom lied facing me and patting my back like a small kid. The softness of her boobs increased the hardness of my cock. I couldn’t control my feelings and with small facial movements, I was feeling her boobs.The. He’s not good enough for you?!?!? Hardly. You aren’t good enough for him!Christie fumed the rest of practice, and at the end decided to do something about it. She waited until Hailey was leaving, and then asked to speak to her privately.She drove them to Starbucks and began trying to persuade Hailey as to why she should go out with Chris.Hailey was hesitant, and began voicing all the standard objections. As she ran through her excuses, Christie brushed them aside, pointing out to her the.