What we can handle is how we behave.”“I don’t see how understanding myself will help with how my teachers treat me.”“Maybe not. It does help... with how you treat yourself. And, after all, your English teacher has you in her power for five hours a week; she’s worrying about a score of other students in that time. You are inside your skin 168 hours a week and pay attention to yourself most for almost every one of those hours. Besides, if you understand yourself, you may start understanding the. "Shit, did I fall asleep?" he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He glanced at his crotch, and his blush darkened. "I, uh, I should drive you home," Drew muttered, getting up and trying to adjust himself. I shook my head and slipped off my shoes."Let's playy....hide n seek!" I cried out excitedly, a plan forming in my head. He smirked and nodded."Alright, but after that, I'ma take you home, you should sleep this off," he replied, then covered his eyes, beginning his count to twenty. I ran to. "Maya, Smackle needs our help." Riley said."Yes. I need you to teach me the equation of beauty." Smackle said."Why?" Maya asked."Smackle loves Farkle." Riley said."Why?" Maya asked."But he prefers you both to me because you're both aesthetically pleasing. I, on the other hand, am not aesthetically pleasing, but am superior in every other way." Smackle said."Okay, so you want us to make you beautiful?" Maya asked. "Yes. But I don't expect you to be able to change a trillion years of evolution in. When I opened the door and he saw me in my favourite cocktail dress, a kiss hello became a grope. From there... well, needless to say, that dress is now on my bedroom floor, along with all the black lace and satin I was wearing underneath. I propped myself up onto one elbow and looked at him. His body radiated with satisfaction- the kind of glow you only get from and intense session of fucking. I smiled to myself and ran my fingers up his sheet-covered thighs and torso. He growled- a deep,.