Her own husband had never even seen her go to the bathroom, much less finger-fuck herself!"l want to fuck that hot little cunt of yours, baby. Better ...than you finger-fucked it while you were pissing all over your hand just now," he said, as he took her by the arm and lifted her from the toilet. He began to lead her into the bedroom and she had to kick away her panties from around her ankles to keep from falling but followed him limply to the side of the bed. She could still feel her cunt walls. "I think she's getting hyperthermia."Lee cut his eyes over at Chad, who shrugged."She didn't drink that much, dude," Sarah's boyfriend explained. Still, hedid as I asked and ambled over to us. "Come on, babe. Why don't you get outof those wet clothes and into something warmer?"Sarah grinned evilly and winked at him. "I love it when you talk dirty,Chad."Oh brother.I moved to my feet. "Come on, my frozen bestie. Let's go."Pouting, Sarah climbed to her feet and began to walk toward the pool. Except here, teachersare called professors; assignments are always called "papers;" tests arenever just tests - they're exams. And bullies - they're just bigger andmeaner. And then there are girls. Always the girls.For a geek like me, girls have always been a mystery that I had no hope ofsolving. In high school, you're more-or-less forced to interact with them,spawning all the embarrassing moments that have been clich?d to death inall the teen movies you've ever seen in your life. And if ever. They met the front of the porch and continued on taking that with them. Following them was a woosh of flame by which time I had dived between two of the cars. The others were not so fortunate and were blown off their feet when the shock wave hit. Me? I was already moving towards the hidden steps to the road when the others were further distracted by another explosion as the caravan detonated. I was actually on my bike when the paraffin fuse burned through to the barn. I was lucky that I was on.