"Then as before, the voice wailed even more desperately, "Mommie ... Mommie ... I need you."Where are you?"Mommie, It hurts."It hurts so much."It's so... RED!"Mommie ... Mommie. Where are you?Finally the cries faded as we heard, "Please, Mommie, I don't want to die."Then as before, silence.Even though my friends and I had heard this all before, hearing it again sent the same chills through us. I sensed Kim was just as unsettled. He looked around at us, mirroring our concern, then said, "Who is. Sighing, she peeled that top off and threw it into the pile. Putting her bra on, she switched to sweaters. The first one was way too tight. She'd have teen boys walking into walls the way this sweater stretched across her tits. She switched to a baggy fuzzy sweater, which actually made her chest look even larger. However, it didn't fit as tightly. She concluded that this top, of anything she owned, was the least likely to be objectionable to a school official. Sighing, Ariel picked up her keys. I didn't hear the other sissy anymore but he was definitelysomewhere in the basement, probably watching.I heard Miss Cali walking away and came back with some sort of table onwheels. She prepared something on the table and all of a sudden I felther cold hands on my pelvic. She didn't wear her velvet gloves anymore,but maybe rubber ones. She rubbed my pelvic with some cold cream andmoved up to my ball sack and kept rubbing, you better enjoy it honey,because shortly you will not feel a thing in. I’ve grown from that. Anyways, I met Keith after working on some class assignment about things you have in common with other people. Our thing was violence in movies. For me horror was in writing and thinking, Keith was violent in reality, he just loved to fight. If the kid was 12 and said something like, shut up, the poor bastard was done in for. So that was Keith, all brawn. My name is Josh, 28 and living in Philly. I write for the Inquire, Arts and Entertainment. Also, I have a lot of side.