‘So, the little princess is awake?’ It was a man’s voice, deep and full of menace. She felt herself jerked to a sitting position by her upper ar...m, the sudden movement making her head throb. Opening her eyes, she quickly took in her surroundings. It was a big room, almost warehouse-sized — a greasy cement floor, several motorcycles parked haphazardly about. A low table along one wall was piled with tools, an engine block suspended in midair from a chain overhead. There was a dilapidated blue. ..” I turned in shock to face Wishes’ mother. “You know?” I gasped.She chuckled softly and looked out over the moor as well.“About a quarter of a mile that way.” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical Goddess, but. His eyes had closed and his mouth agape. His chest was swelling with each deep breath. She'd watched his face change as she increased her tempo. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened wider, his teeth bared, as if in a silent scream, but only a gurgled gasp was emitted. Her gaze tore from his face to his crotch. Her hand was shining from the light reflecting off his pre-cum. His dick jerked, and shot a wad of semen. Her other hand caught it. It was cupped around his dick. It was a small. I’d have loved it even more without the condoms, though. And the pill was out of the question, of course. My parents are Catholic. They don’t attend mass, but they’re still Catholic.And so the summer passed, and the day I wasn’t ready for approached.And then it was there, and the car was packed, and we were ready to take off on our great college adventure.And I was a basket case.I did all right when we left my house. Chrissy came and packed me up first. But then Mr. C. and I helped her pack her.