Usually I'd havebeen in the pub or a bar on a Saturday night, or at the least with agood group of friends and socialising. I couldn't remember the las...tSaturday I'd spent on my own, bundled up in my room, but I was prettysure it'd had been quite a long time ago and probably because I'd beenunwell.I found myself thinking about her as well, and how many people I evenknew as young as her. I obviously didn't hang around with teenagersanymore, and having no brothers or sisters, didn't have to put. Kriss remained silent. ‘How long will you keep this up?’ He brushed his hair aside once more. His eyes met Kriss’. ‘No, it’s not short for Kristopher. It’s Krissette.’ Kriss pulled a napkin from a container on the table and picked up a pen a waiter had left behind. ‘It’s spelled K-R-I-S-S-E-T-T-E.’ Kriss shrank back in his seat. The fascination on the new boy’s face was evident, it was so clear. Whether it was Krissette’s green eyes or his dark skin couldn’t really be told. Kriss had new boy’s. I flicked my tongue across her clit a few times before sliding my tongue under her clit, parting her perfect lips with my tongue. I ran my tongue all the way down her pussy and I suddenly stopped in shock. She had just pissed right in my face. I couldn’t believe it. ‘Excitement does it too.’ Sarah blurted out looking nervous. I took my right hand and slid it up her leg, inserting two fingers into her cunt. ‘You are a filthy little bitch. I guess I should have known better. You where never any. The one thing that made her feel less ignorant in the face of that was the fact that she knew it would be just as unfathomable to almost everyone else. Now remade and surrendered in body and spirit to the woman she’d harmed, Bryana had set herself to uncovering the plot and being an instrument of Neral’s revenge. ‘You never seem to pick your head up from your books,’ she observed, arms folded across her chest, amusement dripping from every word. Blonde curls dangled in the air as Bryana didn’t.