”“”Oh yeah. Sorry. Be right there!” Dinner was a quiet affair. Brandon had prepared a basic pasta dish with a small salad and they ate silentl...y in the lounge, eating off plates in their lap while they watched TV. Tegan had slipped on an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton boxer shorts for the occasion, out of habit more than modesty – plus it wasn’t like she *had* to be naked *all* the time. Tegan didn’t really absorb anything, eating delicately and consciously aware of the fact she was in a room. "God forbid. What if I do have to do this five times?" I doubt it'll happen," said Derek. "If it gets that bad, Dr. Z. will pull you out of The Program. She's not stupid." She sure seems like it," Jane grumbled. "I already did this once, and I hated it. And now she's making me do it again." Why'd you hate it," Zach asked."Well, because," said Jane, and paused. "Because it's degrading, you know? Being forced to do things with your body that you don't want to. If they paid us for it, we might be. She'd thought about that. For a day. But then came to the conclusion that she couldn't accept that, wouldn't accept that, and therefore would simply have to learn to deal with her peculiar abnormality. One thing Bree enjoyed doing, was climaxing, though she'd go to her grave before ever admitting that to anyone. Never admitting that she masturbated daily, sometimes twice if she was particularly aroused, which occurred frequently as she practiced running track. Therefore, she was resigned to her. Was this Love? Maybe, maybe it was. I got up off my canvas chair and grabbed the suntan oil, spf 4, Melissa was deeply tanned and wanted to be really bronzed after a day in the sun, and I must say she was succeeding as I took in her gorgeous buns and back, richly tanned and so fuckable. I drizzled the suntan oil over her ass, and let a trickle slide into her ass crack and then further down. I watched with delight as she squirmed and wiggled her ass as the liquid tickled her crotch. Her ass.