“We all need a reality check occasionally as to our limits.”“Well, I want to push mine. I want to try to get to nationals.”If he was surprised..., he didn’t show it. He leant back in his chair.“You want to try, huh? Well, with an attitude like that I’m not sure that you’re really interested.”I blinked, confused. Hadn’t I just collapsed by his pool the week before after knocking over a second off my personal best? He leaned forward.“‘Try’ is a weasel-word, James. It’s something that people say so. It's always fucking raining around here. I pick up my hat from the desk and trundle towards the office door; it's about time to clock out for the day.TIING!It's the phone. Well, not a phone per se - it's more of an interdimensional transponder but that's just a glorified fairy phone. HQ has officially named them: "Transdimensional Interconnected Nodes" or "TINs" but the rest of us prefer to call it a FeyComm. We all cast a vote and for some fucking reason the bigwigs up at HQ opted for TINs. The only thing that Oscar wanted was to last long enough for her to take her full measure of pleasure from him.Georgia started screaming as she approached an orgasm. Her movements became harder, more ragged, and more demanding. She was getting close, but Oscar was getting closer. There came the moment when she was on the verge of orgasm and the look on her face changed from one of demanding to anticipation. Oscar came as her cunt started vibrating around his cock. Shortly after, she came with a. It was a basic phone with a camera. I stepped back and took a picture of my dresser. The picture appeared. I shifted into visibility. I looked at my camera.YES! The picture was there. This was the best thing ever!I pocketed my phone and keys. I turned invisible and headed out.I stood outside the girls' locker room at my high school. I felt nervous about my next venture despite having walked past other people on campus without being noticed. I took a deep breath and walked in.I waited in the.