"I'm sorry," I said.He grinned at me. "You didn't hurt me." You're sure?" Uh-huh. It felt good all over." He reached and unhooked my bra. "Let me show... you."Taking a step back I let my bra drop the floor and watched as he lowered his mouth to my left breast. Instead, of going for the nipple which was erect and tingling, he brushed his lips all around the soft flesh of my B-cup and worked his way inward. By the time he touched my pink bud with his tongue I was aching between my thighs like I had. "Remember back in the forest, when we saw that stubby being attacked by the strider?" Of course we do," Steve retorted. "What does that have to do with our problem?" I noticed something that maybe nobody else did, or if they saw it, they didn't realize what it meant. That stubby had a brand on its side. It belonged to somebody. Or to something." What kinda brand? You sure it wasn't an old scar?" Positive, Charley. It was too sharp and regular to be accidental. It had to be a brand." So? Where. "This is bad." Terry said. "Dave?" Perry asked. "Dave are you all right?" He was a bitfrightened. Dave was never a really violent guy, but he did have atemper."Perry!" Dave said, spinning around from the lamp, which was relieved tonot be the target of all that yelling. "Perry come here," Dave said.They met in the middle of the room. "What's with all the shouting?"Perry realized they were standing very close to each other, stark nakedand were hard as rocks. Very gay of us, he. Jack looked down at his English paper, or at least, what was left of it. Carly had drawn dozens of doodles all over the pages. Some were cute, but others were incredibly obscene. "If mom saw these, she'd have a heartattack." Jack sighed. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy.Jack walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Carly was slurping down cold leftover soup. "Hey bro. Hope you saved that paper onto a disk." She smirked."I didn't.".