That was it. There was no snap or boom or sound of any kind. They all just turned to mist and quietly evaporated from the air.That’s what happened. ...I wrote down everything later that day... much later, after Annie and I finally got out of bed.I really didn’t want to publish the story, though, because I truly believed what the imps had told me and I didn’t want to make them real to all the females– and perhaps males– who read my stories. I knew my story would release them on the world, but every. He started pressing my boobs harder and I broke the kiss and left out a moan. Since it was a school shirt, he opened the buttons of my shirt slowly. I was afraid but he calmed me down by kissing me and pinching my boobs. Withing seconds his hands unhooked my bra and started kneading my nude boobs. He was kissing me and pressing my boobs. I was moaning inside his mouth. Suddenly he stopped kissing me and pressing my breasts. He passed a smile and buried his face in my boobs.His lips circled. But I’ll take this juggler as a sign to move more in the direction of optimism, to put more faith in the values and intelligence of my fellow humans. Also, I will take risks to put my own dreams on the face of this earth. And that does not always involve trusting one’s first intuition. after note: I’ve been working on that essay. We have to choose a single soliloquy and write a rather precise essay on it. I’ve read all the options and selected Richard’s final soliloquy. I’ve also looked up the. Don’t know what all the fuckin’ fuss was about.”“Wasn’t supposed to be a second one,” said the man in the front.“Bonus,” grinned the man.He kicked Jane with one foot, getting her to roll onto her back, then reached forward and grabbed the neck of her top, pulling her into a sitting position and tearing her top in the process. The van rocked as it pulled slowly out of the parking lot and the man’s grin grew. He got a firmer hold of the material then jerked hard, pulling on it until it completely.