‘You sound nice, too. Southern drawl? I’m surprised it’s not Middle English, but you, being from an alternate reality and all, well, we can let ...it slide. ‘Don’t worry,’ the boy continued. ‘Everything’s going to be just fine!’ The knight was catatonic, anger, humiliation, shock, every single emotion permeates her entire being. ‘Be careful in those heels,’ Paul pointed at the floor. ‘Rather slippery around here.’ ‘I’m not a GIRL!’ the knight exclaimed in a state of obvious denial. ‘You’ll PAY. Not alone anymore...The rain pattered down rhythmically, as they huddled together that way for a while. At last when she pulled away, she said the last thing he expected to hear."Make love to me..." What?", he asked cautiously, not believing he had hear right."Please, Jon. I need to forget...", she replied with a look of quiet desperation in her eyes.Jon's mind raced. Help me, he sent up a silent prayer. Don't let me hurt her...His lips settled on her delicately, softly questing. She lay in his. Hannigan was the topic of every conversation and the object of every midnight fantasy. He was the best looking teacher we’d had by far. Toned body, messy brown hair, the most intense grey eyes… oh, I’d wanted him alright. But could the feeling really be mutual? I had no problem fighting back feelings of guilt as Mr. Hannigan’s hands began exploring beneath my shirt. Strong hands of a man, not the careless and eager ones of teenage boys. He pushed one hand in my bra and at the touch of his. Once she was done, she let me know and I took the cup and placed it on the coffee table. She lay back down and continued to puff on her cigarette. She was smoking this one really slow and enjoying every last shredded tobacco leaf that burnt within its wrapper. I was continued to be consumed by her beauty and then reached over and grabbed the water from the table and took a drink myself. I also tilted the cup back far enough to get a piece of ice in my mouth. I set the drink back down on the.