Perhaps I could cough on him and give him mono.There had to be a strategy I wasn't thinking of. We were playing a game, he and I.No.We were playing mu...ltiple games. I was thinking in one arena. But to win this, I needed to think in all arenas at once. I needed to beat him at my game, at his game, and at any game he could think of next.He let me beat him at chess. Let's see if he lets me beat him at war.I was still contemplating my options when Honda came home. He had two armloads of groceries. “I just realized I need to keep an eye on something. I heard that a group of the cheerleaders were using one of their own to set up some of the nerds,” James explained.She nodded her head. “Sure. Let me know if there’s an issue,” she said.“Yes, absolute bitc...” He bit his tongue and she smiled, knowing what he was going to say. James had experienced that himself the first time around and it really hadn’t been pleasant. He remembered all of the cheerleaders laughing at him as he flushed pink in. She opened her eyes and Alan was standing on the bed, his legs straddling across Ace’s shoulders and Nestor stroked his cock in Leila’s face. “Ohh!” she groaned. She couldn’t resist. Her jaw dropped, she pushed her head forward and snapped that cock up, sucking and moaning as Ace’s cock lit her up inside, as if it were a charged lightning rod dominating her core. When she felt Nestor scramble up behind her, she knew what was coming next, but she was too fucked up, too far gone. She told herself. She was already seated at her desk when Lana approached, fingernailclippers in hand. "Hi Claire! Let me show you how neat my new fingernailclippers work!" Of course, she knew she was springing a trap; if Claireand Super-Sister really were one and the same person, the clipperswouldn't be able to cut her super-hard nails.Claire didn't even have time to protest, because at that instant, Lanacaught sight of a streaking form in the sky outside the window. Itappeared to be Super-Sister on patrol..