Gonna start crying again?” “Fuck off.” I retaliated as she grinned. “So, what happens if you get in but the other guy gets in for VP? Who’s even running this year anyway?” I looked around me, handjob hoping the other chairs would offer some explanation. Nicole shook her head. “Not how it works. If I get in, you’re in. Whoever the president picks as VP runs with them.” “Oh, cool.” I mumbled, mostly to myself. “So it’s like an actual presidential race.” “Kinda, except it’s about two years shorter, doesn’t use attack ads and the Canadians haven’t found a way to butcher it yet.” I had no clue how the Canadians handled politics. Frankly, it took her saying this to remind me they knew what politics were. “So who’s the VP running against me?” I knew Jeff Swanson, the ‘current president,’ was running against Nicole, but even though it was a little late, it may have been wise to have some working knowledge of the competition. “Matt Schneider.” Nicole absent-mindedly, looking at her nails. As soon as she felt my gaze fixate on her, she looked back at me and gave me an all-too-innocent smile. “Play nice.” My head went back to look around, eventually finding Matt. He was sitting next to Jeff, drumming on his thighs in anticipation. As soon as he saw me, his gaze fixed on mine just as mine fixed on him. Surprisingly, there was no malice in his gaze, but no warmth either. His eyebrows moved up to acknowledge me, then he looked away in another direction. “Is he making you uncomfortable?” Nicole asked. “No, no, he’s fine. I’m fine.” I assured her a little too quickly. “Be honest.” Nicole told me sternly, still not looking me in the eye. “He already kicked the shit out of you once. I don’t want it to happen to you again.” My heart stopped. She knew. I mean, of course she Hardcore knew, but she knew. Did she know before she beat him teen up? Did she doggystyle know instantly? This wasn’t teens the freaking time to have a curveball thrown in my face. “How long did you-” I began to say, getting cut off by Mr. Scott fetish clearing his throat at the podium microphone. As he continued with his usual greeting, Nicole gave me a sideways smile. Justin squeezed my hand at the sound of the approaching handjob girls. It was a few weeks later, uncle had visited…we hugged and tickled…he made me feel tingly this time with his hugs and tickles…and “Let’s go bowling again Sherry.” I looked at my Mom who said, fetish sternly…”No beer!” and uncle said: “Absolutely…no beer…my mistake. As everyone in the outpost suddenly began to have the memory of me erased I quickly dismissed my disguise and cast an invisibility spell over myself. Please put that down so I…” She doesn’t have the tool to get the job done.” I smirked at the hermaphrodite. I got back in my room and waited for her to message me. “Of course you can. "There is no need" she said bluntly and knew what I was upto. 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Sven, naked beside me, groaned as the sight of the aoi si's ebony beauty. “If you loved me, you wouldn't have fucked all those whores!” she hissed. She looks at me like she does every time she drinks too much Bacardi and her mouth moves closer in to Hardcore kiss my lips. They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion. The man looked up shaking with fear. The longer I thought about it, the sexier I felt, the more doggystyle sensual my fantasies became. It could have been ten seconds, it could have been ten years; I'm just lucky I still remember my name. He had to leave for a family emergency so I’m the last minute fill in.” he said. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my Bic lighter, and lit my cigarette while Sheila worked to get her twig lit. Eventually he pulled out and I suddenly felt empty, it was a strange feeling. This is nothing but the implanted Riyena trying to get under my skin. I blinked, confusion wafting through me. What were my parents were doing here? 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