“Go get Miss Allie, maybe she will make her more comfortable so she will come out.” Rich left the building and ran back to the house where Allie w...as. Allie had finished her bath and was lying on the bed and had drifted off to sleep. It startled her when Rich came running in. “Allie, come with me. We found another survivor. It’s a female. She is under a desk and will not come out.” Allie get up, her dress falling covering her legs, she slips on her shoes and follows Rich. “A girl are you sure?. ” “Thank you.” I said, as I began to reach for the hem of his shirt, and I began pulling it up. Once it was over his head, and in my hand, I threw it. Where it landed? No idea. All I knew, is it was no longer covering his chest. I ran my fingers up his chest, resting them on his shoulders. He was average build, but looked hot to me. Completely and totally fuckable. I wanted to drop to my knees, to take him in my mouth, but I waited. Waited for him to take full control, and guide me. He knew. My head rolled back in pure pleasure. She felt the urge building in my body, and backed the pressure off. As my body relaxed she would then work me back to my state of bliss, prolonging the pleasure. As I peered down to see her sliding my shaft between her wondrous breasts, lifting up and down, her hand between her own thighs pleasuring herself. I knew the time for more was rapidly approaching. ‘Enough of the playtime…I want to fuck you so badly,’ as I leaned down to lift her from the shower. Who knows? That one bit of knowledge may be the key that opens Christine fully to her powers. I cannot hold anything back from her. Knowledge is power, and she needs every bit she can gather so she can be ready for the upcoming confrontation with Xavier. After all, Helen always says that there are no coincidences. No coincidences, indeed. So could it be that fate drives our lives? It boggles the mind to think of our lives as nothing more than pieces playing on a celestial chessboard. Could.