Gender: Male Age: 21 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Not my Storie written by Eric Storm|
Part 3: After The Game
Don's eyes widened a bit at Veronica's admission. "I'm going to assume," he said, very slowly as he tried to pull himself together and rise to his feet, "That you don't mean you programmed it."
Veronica laughed lightly. "I can barely use my computer, let alone program it. Nobody programmed the game, as such. It is a creature of pure magic."
"Why?" Don asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"That is a fairly long and complicated story."
"I've been gone for two months. I don't think anyone's going to miss me for another few minutes."
"Actually, you haven't been gone at all," Veronica said, shaking her head slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Part of the game's magic. No time has passed since you entered Zemlia Nov."
"You mean... it's still Saturday? I mean, the Saturday?"
"Yes," she said with a pleasant smile. "Zemlia Nov exists in a different dimension. Your body, in fact, never moved. Only your spirit-self traveled there."
Don leaned against a cabinet. "This is very confusing. But... why? I mean, why do such a thing to people? I mean, you've got to have killed people with this thing!"
"People who die trying to win the game are simply returned to their bodies," Veronica corrected him. "But, to answer the question you're asking, the game is a test."
"A test for what?"
Veronica sighed, and moved around the desk, to run her hands along the books on the bookcase. He watched her move, enjoying the gracefulness of her movements. Finally, she turned back to him.
"As you have guessed, I am a magician. What you're probably not aware of is that, as a master magician, I am required to raise an apprentice. Usually, there is a very formal procedure for all of this, and I had fulfilled it long ago. My apprentice was fully established, and would have begun his training in a few months.
"Unfortunately, Fate intervened. Six months ago, he was killed in a plane crash. Accidents happen even to magicians. Well, because of the decline in the number of people who associate with our kind of magic, I have not been able to find a suitable apprentice through the usual means. So, a couple of months ago, I came up with the idea of using Zemlia Nov as a... an obstacle course, you might say. A proving ground. I wanted to locate a suitable apprentice, someone who had the right combination of mindset, personality, integrity, and talent.
"That person is you."
"What?" Don asked incredulously. "Except for that last little thing that happened, I sucked as a magician!"
"No, actually you didn't. You did far better than anyone else with the little training you had. You found a way out of Denonia's little traps, and that last fight, against Dan-Gelmer... that was what told me you were ready. What you achieved in that one moment is something that many magicians never really get to, and no one in the game has ever even come close before.
"You see, Zemlia Nov was, long ago, established for the purposes of training magicians, and also for containing certain... unwanted elements. Denonia is one of our training tools, which is why the land didn't want you to kill her. It knows its purpose, and killing her would make that job harder."
"I figured that out."
"Right. It couldn't tell you why you were there because it didn't know. I had to keep it that way, in case someone might somehow learn the truth. It would ruin their time in the game, and I wouldn't be able to gauge their abilities."
"But... I mean... you want me to be your apprentice?"
"To learn magic."
"In the real world."
"I didn't really believe there was such a thing."
"How else do you explain where you've been for the last two months of your time?"
Don stared at her for a long moment. "I guess I don't."
She smiled at him. "Magic," she said in a stage whisper.
"What's the catch?" he asked.
"You don't think the game was 'catch' enough?" she asked.
"Maybe... but I've grown suspicious in my mage-hood," he said with a smirk. Veronica laughed heartily.
"Okay, you caught me. There is something."
"I thought so. What is it?"
Veronica moved around the desk, and closer to him. "To properly... bond... with your instructor, it is required, on the full moon of each month, that you... mate with her."
"What?" Don said, surprised, but not upset.
Veronica had reached him now. She ran her hand over his chest. He noted, curiously, that he was still wearing his magician's robe.
"Don't you like me? Am I not pretty enough?"
Don took hold of her hands and gently pulled them down. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her backward, until her ass hit the desk.
"This isn't the real you, is it?" he asked astutely.
"What makes you think that?"
He motioned to the office. "This place. You don't look like you're much older than I am. There's no way someone our age could afford an office like this."
"Actually," she said, a slight frown crossing her face, "We're still inside Zemlia Nov... or at least, sort of. It's complicated. This isn't really 'real.' Although this is what my office looks like, back on Earth."
"You're avoiding my question," Don reminded her.
"Don't you like this look?" she asked, gesturing to her very exquisite body.
"I've spent the last two months trying to figure out what is and isn't an illusion. If I'm going to be your apprentice, I need to know who I'm really dealing with."
Veronica frowned. "The real me isn't nearly this pretty," she said sadly.
"I have to know," Don insisted.
Veronica sighed. "Okay." Slowly, her features began to change. Her body morphed. Her cleavage grew slightly, though it also began to sag a little. Her face took on a few wrinkles, though not significant ones. Her hair changed from its medium-brown shade first to a wonderful silver color, and then it faded even further to a light blonde color. It took Don a moment, after she had stopped changing, to recognize her.
"Actually," she said, "My middle name is Daphne, but that didn't sound nearly fantastical enough."
"So... you actually played two roles inside the game?" he asked.
"For your version, yes. Others don't see me at all, some see even more versions of me." She was a little surprised that his hands were still on her hips.
"There is no better way for me to find out what you are like than to interact directly with you. In this case, it was to find out what kind of person you were."
"So, everything at the castle was a lie."
"No, not really. Iamor is real; he does 'exist' in Zemlia Nov. He really is something of a jerk. He just... doesn't have a sister named Gaphnia. You were very kind to me in the game, and you were also more observant, perceptive, and wise than anyone else I've seen. No one else who took an interest in Gaphnia, and there were very few, ever encouraged her to stand up."
"Oh," Don said. He hadn't begun to think that everything he was encountering, that everything he did, was being evaluated.
"I hope you're not angry," Veronica said softly. Don looked into her eyes. It was clear that she was worried about his reaction. Don made a quick decision.
Leaning in, Don slipped his hands around to Veronica's back, pulling her more tightly to himself. She came willingly, and when his lips pressed to hers, she moaned very softly. Don caressed the small of her back, letting his fingers massage her skin through the thin fabric of her corset. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers moved up. The corset was of the variety that fastened in the back with a zipper, and when his fingers came across the zipper, they quickly pulled it downward. As the fabric parted, the garment slipped around to the front, between their bodies. Don pulled back slightly, and let it fall to the floor. He pulled her once more against himself, increasing the strength of their kiss. As his hands slipped down onto her ass, he slipped his tongue out to lick along Veronica's lips.
Veronica opened her mouth to let his tongue inside, and it was soon caressing the insides of her mouth, and then playing with her own tongue. She moaned again in pleasure, the feel of his hands and tongue arousing her to a level she had not felt in a very long time.
Don let one of his hands leave her ass, and it moved around between them. He deftly unfastened his robe, and pulled it open. Veronica knew what he was doing, and she took hold of the robe at the shoulders and pushed it backward and off, allowing it to fall to the floor. She let her hands drop, and she caressed his butt for a moment before taking hold of his briefs. She urged them downward until they slipped off his hips and fell to the floor. She could feel him shifting his weight, and figured he was probably stepping out of them, or removing his shoes... or both.
Don broke their kiss, and then he let his lips trail down to her chin, and along her jaw line. When he reached the corner of her jaw, he let his kisses move down, along her neck, and then across her collarbone. He kept slipping further south until his lips made their way onto one of her breasts. Veronica arched her back and moaned out loud at the feel of his lips against her tender skin. As his mouth homed in on her nipple, his hand began to caress her other tit, fondling it gently. His fingers and lips found their respective nipples at the same moment, and Veronica cried out as the pleasure wave that created washed over her. Don continued his ministrations as she continued to moan and twist above him.
Don's free hand was not lying idle. He started by caressing her ass, but then his fingers slipped around to find another zipper. Soon it, too, was pulled down, and now he tugged at her miniskirt. It was tight, and resisting, but Veronica was soon helping him, shoving the cursed garment down off her body. She thought to remove her panties with it, but decided that Don might like to do that himself.
She was right in her assessment. Don actually broke contact with her breasts and allowed himself to sink lower, until he was eye-level with her panties. He hooked his fingers gently into the waistband, and slowly inched the fabric down. As it slipped lower, it exposed her completely nude pussy to his view. He inhaled sharply at the look of her swollen, moist lips and her already-visible clit. He pushed the panties more rapidly down, until they cleared her hips and gravity took over. He pushed her gently backward, until she was leaning against the desk, and then he grabbed hold of her hips. With a bit of a shove, he hoisted her onto the desk, her pussy now tilted to face him, right at the proper level.
Don tenderly pushed her legs apart, and Veronica willingly spread them for him. She hadn't expected this kind of treatment from him. Don leaned in and flicked his tongue over her swollen lips, and Veronica cried out in pleasure. After a couple more tentative licks, Don dove right in, his tongue lapping at her cunt, driving her wild. His mouth moved back and forth, up and down as his tongue dashed every which way, to her delight. His finger snuck its way deep into her pussy, and he began to fuck her with it. Her hips began to roll at the ecstasy she was feeling.
When Don moved his mouth upward, she knew where he was going. Her anticipation was not disappointed when she felt his tongue slide across her erect clit. She screamed in joy as a jolt of electric bliss shot through her entire body. Her hips bucked, pushing her cunt into his face. Don happily continued to lick at her, his finger thrusting madly into her pussy.
When his lips closed over her clit and began to suck, Veronica knew that her time was short. As his tongue flicked over the tip of her clit and his lips massaged her nubbin, she could feel her orgasm approaching. She knew it was going to be a big one. Finally, with a burst of tingles...
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she screamed. Her cunt released a flood of juices, which washed over Don's chin and his hand. He continued to suck and he continued to thrust his finger deep within her while she bucked and twisted above him. Her back arched, her head rolled back, and she groaned loudly in her pleasure.
Finally, after a very long moment, she started to come down from her high. Don let loose her clit, and he very carefully removed his finger. He stood up and pulled her against him. She could feel his arms encircle her, and she could also feel his hard dick pressing against her inner thigh. As soon as she could handle it, she wanted that inside her.
"I never expected this," she said with a breathless smile. "I was merely hoping you'd tolerate this part of your training as a necessity," she said truthfully.
Don kissed her again. "I don't know what you really think of your body, but you're still a beautiful woman. I thought so when I saw you at Castle Ballor, and I think so now."
"I'm old enough to be your mother," she said a little disconsolately.
"Maybe, but I never wanted to screw my mother," he said with a grin.
"Do you want to screw me?" she asked, a coy smile playing across her face.
He leaned against her, making sure she could feel his erection pressing now against her swollen pussy lips.
"This isn't hard because I'm cold," he said hoarsely.
"Mm," she said. "Maybe you could... get on with it, then?" she asked, her voice filled with lust.
"Yes, Mistress," Don said, a mischievous smile dancing across his face. Veronica didn't have time to think of a comeback as Don shifted, and then pressed forward, his cock slipping easily into her cunt.
Veronica cried out as he began to fill her depths, the pleasure blasting through her body at the speed of thought. Don did not move quickly, but instead made long, smooth strokes in and out of her pussy. Veronica was moaning and crying out in pleasure the entire time, uttering encouragements when she could.
Don continued to push into her, his pace increasing as he felt himself nearing his climax. He leaned down and gripped one of her nipples with his lips, sucking on it and even using his teeth to very gingerly tug on it. Veronica screamed out at that, the mild pain actually adding to her pleasure. Her pussy was rippling along his dick, trying to suck the juice from his prick. Don was soon slamming his hips strongly against hers, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. He grunted with each plunge, and she screamed.
Finally, he could take no more. He impaled her fully with his dick and ground his hips against her pubic bone as his dick began to spew his load deep inside her.
As soon as Veronica felt the first spurt of his come, she screamed loudly, and her own orgasm gripped her body. The pair thrashed together, hanging onto each other as if for dear life. They each groaned and grunted throughout their climaxes, and it took a long moment for either of them to come down.
Don was the first to regain his senses, and he held on to his lover while she was still lost in the throes of pleasure. Finally, she began to descend from on high, and he held her as she regained her breath. She opened her eyes, and looked deeply into his. At that point, Don leaned in and kissed her, vigorously.
She returned the kiss in kind, but there was simply no chance that they could so soon reignite their passions. They let the kiss taper off, but Don's dick was still buried in her pussy, and he didn't let her go.
"That was... wonderful," she said. "I really wasn't expecting you to enjoy sex with me, being as old as I am..."
"You're still beautiful," he repeated. "And you're pretty damned sexy, too."
"Ah, but am I any good?" she asked with a devilish grin.
"I don't think I want to make that judgment on just one session," Don said judiciously. Veronica blushed, and she kissed him.
"Well, you may have all the... um... 'test drives' you like." She kissed him once more, and then she became more serious. "There are some things we need to discuss. It will be easier if... mm... if you're not inside of me to distract me while we talk."
"Easier, but a lot less fun," Don said.
"You!" she said in exasperation. She pushed him playfully, and he finally let go of her, his dick slipping out of its temporary home. She already wished it was back where she felt it belonged. He didn't go without giving her another kiss, though.
After he put his clothes back on - she didn't bother - he sat up on the desk beside her. She ran her hand over her body, still enjoying the afterglow of the best sex - truth be told, the only sex - she'd had in years.
"Is that really part of the ritual, or did you just want to get laid?" Don asked.
"Both," she said honestly. "If the instructor and apprentice are er... 'orientationally compatible,' they are required to do this in bonding. If they aren't compatible, there are other rituals to fill in."
"Orientationally compatible?" Don asked in confusion.
"If you were gay, we would not be orientationally compatible," she explained.
"Oh," he said in sudden understanding.
"There are things you need to know... important things."
"I expected so. Can we sit somewhere more comfortable? Mahogany looks nice, but it's hard on the rear."
"Not if you have as much padding as I do," Veronica said sourly.
"I like your rear," Don said truthfully, and to make her feel better. She smiled at him for the compliment, and motioned him over to the couch. Once he sat down, she got up and went over to sit with him.
Well, okay, she sat on him. She sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
"This seems far more like you just wanted a lover," Don said. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but what will Katie say?"
"That is one of the things you need to know," Veronica said, thankful he'd given her a direct path to start the conversation.
"Nobody who was with you will remember anything of what happened in Zemlia Nov. They will have vaguely remembered snippets, but they will think they are from a dream, or an old forgotten movie."
"You mean... Katie and I... and Julie... and Annie..."
"They will not remember what's happened. In truth, it didn't actually happen. Your sister, for instance, is still technically a virgin in 'the real world'."
"Were they even really there?"
"Yes. You did not go alone. Your friends did go with you. But no one remembers the game. Except you. Only the one I chose to be my apprentice would ever remember being in Zemlia Nov."
Veronica saw the frown on his face. "What's the matter?"
"I kind of liked the new relationship between Katie and me," he said. "And Annie..."
Veronica smiled, but said nothing.
"Any other unpleasant surprises?" Don asked.
"Yes. And an unexpected one, for me."
"What?" Don asked, his voice taking on a darker tone.
"Your friend Paul. In this world, when you return to your room, he will be dead."
"What?" Don shouted. "Why?"
Veronica took a deep breath. "When Paul chose to stay in Zemlia Nov, when he refused the immediate option to return to Earth, when he turned his back on this world... er, well, you know what I mean... anyway, when he did that, he severed the connection between his spirit and his body. It's the same thing that happens at the time of normal death, though in a normal death, you're given somewhat less choice about it.
"When you told Paul that you knew how to get home, that he could come with you, that was his moment of choice. Most people don't get a moment of choice; they die when their body can't support itself anymore. Paul was one of the few who get their moment. He took it. Instead of coming back to the 'real world,' he decided he would much rather stay where he was. Truth is that he will be happier in Zemlia Nov, but it's going to make a bad scene for you when you go home."
"Shit... and I can't tell anyone what happened to him, can I?"
"No. They wouldn't believe you, anyway. I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I never expected anyone would choose to stay inside the game."
Don shook his head sadly. "Paul always was a little dissatisfied with life."
"I'm sorry there was so much bad blood between you two in the end. That was also not part of the plan. Julie's actions... well, it wasn't really her fault. It was Carysta, who is... a free-roaming character, so to speak. I don't control her."
"I am sorry. You should know, though, that the feelings you experienced from each of the girls with you was a genuine emotion. The game removed their inhibitions, and gave them a little... prodding, but deep down, they do feel those things."
"Susan really loves Gill? I have trouble believing that."
"Susan is a very insecure person who hides herself behind a wall of hatred. She considers being 'nice' to be a weakness. The game stripped her wall away from her."
"So Katie really loves me?"
"Of course she does. She's your sister. She just doesn't think of you sexually, most of the time."
"Most of the time?"
"I'm not getting into that right now," she said.
"Okay. So, Annie... I feel so bad about Annie. I mean, I wanted to be with her, but everything got in the way, and..."
"And she understood. She wanted to be with you, too."
Don sighed heavily. "And now she doesn't even know who I am."
Veronica hugged him, but didn't say anything.
"Is there more I need to know?"
"Obviously, but you don't need to know it right now." She wiggled her bottom. "I think I sense a full moon coming up..."
Don laughed at her, and rolled himself sideways until he was on top of her on the couch.
"Is Mistress asking for another performance?"
"You said you needed more time to evaluate..." she said coyly.
Don unfastened his robe. "Good thing time stands still here."
When Don awoke from the magically induced three-second-long coma he had been in, he immediately turned. As he did, the body of Paul Cleveland - it could not be said to actually be Paul anymore - was already falling to the floor. Gill, beside him, turned and shouted.
Don was far calmer about the matter, but then he knew his friend was already gone. As Gill reached down to check on a pulse and breathing, Don reached for the phone to dial 911.
"Hello, 911 emergency."
"My name is Don White. My friend just collapsed here in my room. He's... Gill, is he breathing?"
"No, no breathing, no pulse! Tell 'em to hurry!"
"He has no breathing or pulse. We need paramedics."
"They are on their way, sir. Do you know how to administer CPR?"
"My friend does. He's already doing it."
"Very well. Is your friend ill, or have any allergies?"
Yeah, he's allergic to real life. "No, nothing that I know of. We were just about to mess around on the computer, and all of a sudden, he just collapsed. One second he's standing there, the next, he's on the floor, like somebody flipped a switch."
'Very well. The paramedics will be there in about three minutes."
"Thank you." Don hung up. He looked at Gill, who was doing CPR almost frantically. Don had never learned CPR, but he also knew it to be completely hopeless. "They're gonna be here in three minutes. I've gotta go tell the girls."
Gill didn't respond, and Don didn't expect him to. He left the room, and went to find his sister and Julie. He figured that Susan would still be in the shower.
When he came into the bedroom, he saw Julie and Katie talking. They both turned to him in surprise. Julie showed a bit of annoyance, but her face flickered several other emotions, which he knew even she didn't understand.
"Julie, Paul's collapsed. I've already called the ambulance. Gill's doing CPR."
"What?" she cried in alarm. She bolted out of the room, heading for Don's bedroom. As Katie made to follow her, Don gently took her arm to stop her. She looked up at him questioningly.
"He isn't going to make it," he said to her very softly. "You don't really want to see that. Let's go wait for the ambulance."
Katie acquiesced to her brother, knowing he was looking out for her. They stepped out onto the porch, and stood together. Don felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out and embrace her, but knew she wouldn't understand what he was doing. They waited silently until the ambulance came screaming down the street, and splashed through the puddle which had earlier gotten Susan. Two EMTs climbed out of the vehicle, and sprinted toward the front door.
Don was holding the door open, and Katie was standing out of the way. "Up the stairs and down the hall, first room on the right," Don said as they rushed past him into the house. Don looked at Katie, and then the two of them followed. Don held Katie back; not only did she not need to see this, but it was getting crowded in his bedroom at this point, and the EMTs needed room to work. One of them rushed past them on the way back to the ambulance, and Don went to hold the door for the stretcher he knew the paramedic had gone to get.
It was all over in a matter of moments. Julie was in the back of the ambulance with Paul, and the others were staring at each other. At that moment, Susan came out of the bedroom, oblivious to what had been going on. She looked around at the others, who were clearly in shock.
"What?" she asked.
Paul Cleveland was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. By the time the other friends arrived, Julie was standing with her parents, sobbing. Katie went over to her, and they hugged. Don felt he ought to say something to the Clevelands, but he didn't really have any words. Paul's mother was weeping, and Mr. Cleveland was standing stoically, trying to remain strong for the rest of the family.
After a while, Don's parents and Gill's parents also showed up, alerted by phone calls from the kids. There was much grief and crying, and Don felt detached from it all. He didn't know how Paul had lived out his life in Zemlia Nov, but he knew that it was probably more meaningful to him than his dull existence on Earth had been.
Good luck, man.
Julie had been crying on Katie's shoulder for a long time, but what she really wanted was the touch of a man. She lifted her head and looked around. Strangely, Don seemed not to be upset by the events. A brief flash of anger washed over her. Doesn't he care? Then she realized that there was pain in his expression, but it was... muted, by something. She let go of Kate, and walked over to him, still crying.
Don turned when he heard her approach. She looked awful, and beautiful, all at the same time. He had mixed feelings about her; he remembered what they had shared in Zemlia Nov, but this wasn't really the same Julie.
"Why?" she asked him. "Why did he die?"
"I don't know, Jules," he said, slipping. He'd never called her that on Earth. She looked at him for a moment, her face clouding in confusion. Suddenly, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly as she cried. He pulled her gently over to a couch, and got her to sit down. She continued to hold onto him.
For her part, Julie felt so much better in the arms of a man. She liked Kate, but it just wasn't the same to her. She had always been attracted to men for everything. Now she took from this man what she could get; his warmth, compassion, and kindness. She'd always known they were there, but in previous times she'd scoffed at such things, and made fun of him because of his awkwardness. Now he seemed to radiate a calmness, and a... power.
For a long time, Julie held on to Don, letting her emotions bleed away in her tears. After a while, the tears stopped, but she kept holding on to Don. He was so gentle, so caring, to let her cling to him...
Finally, her parents came over. "Julie, we need to go. We've got to go home now."
Julie didn't move until Don began to stand. He pulled her up with him. She looked up at him finally, looking into his gray eyes, her own eyes swollen and puffy from all the crying.
"It'll be okay," Don told her softly. He tried to give her a comforting smile. She hugged him again, tightly, but let go after a few seconds.
"Thank you," she said. It was sorrowful, but heartfelt. She turned to follow her parents out of the hospital. Don walked over to where the others were standing.
"Is she going to be okay?" Don's mother wanted to know.
Don shrugged. "I'm not sure. She and Paul have always been kind of close."
"I know what it would be like to lose you," Katie said, and shuddered. "I don't want to think about it." She spontaneously reached out and hugged her brother. He had to be careful, but he hugged her back tightly, giving her the support she needed now rather than the more carnal embrace he would have enjoyed more.
"I didn't know you and Julie were so close," Gill said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Don turned his coldest gaze on Gill.
"We're not, but someone needed to be there for her." Don was remembering, now, lots of things that had happened in Zemlia Nov. Lots of things about Gill and his lack of compassion for others. In truth, it was something Don had always known about, but had ignored. It was becoming much harder to ignore it just now.
"C'mon kids. We should all head home now. It's been a miserable day," Don's father said to them. They all agreed, and parted to return home. Don was less upset than the rest, both because he knew exactly what had happened to Paul, and because he'd had a surfeit of miserable days in his recent life, and had come to tolerate them as an unavoidable reality.
The next few days were very uncomfortable for Don. Unlike all of the teens around him, he wasn't mourning Paul's death. The truth was, he didn't know how Paul had died, he only knew about Paul's body. He wondered if he could ask Veronica, when he saw her.
When he saw her. She said she'd contact him sometime soon, but he didn't expect to hear from her before the funeral on Tuesday. He wandered through school in something of a daze of his own. His life had turned upside-down, and there wasn't anybody to talk to about it. He'd been gone, so it had seemed, for two months, but nobody around here had noticed. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
One teacher finally had to comment on it.
"Don, are you... do you want to talk about it?" Mrs. Nash asked.
"You've seemed rather... well, different, today. I know Paul was your friend. It's okay to mourn, you know..."
"Yes, ma'am. That's not what's bothering me. It's just... personal junk, y'know?"
"Oh. Well... I hope it works out. If you do need to talk to someone, my door is always open."
"Thank you, Mrs. Nash." The teacher walked away, still shaking her head. She thought she understood, but she didn't.
And probably no one ever will again.
Suddenly, out of the blue, an odd thought occurred to him. Annie would.
The day of the funeral was appropriately drizzly and bleak. The funeral was scheduled for late morning, and so all five of the teens were home from school. Don was just finishing putting on his suit when Katie knocked on his door.
"C'mon in," he said, turning to see who it was. He tried not to stare at his sister, because she looked incredibly pretty in her black dress.
"Can I sit with you while you finish up?" she asked. He could see the distress in her eyes.
"Sure. I'm just about finished."
Katie sat down on his bed, her hands folded in her lap. "I'm not sure what to feel about this," she said softly.
Don turned and looked at her as he tried to remember how to tie a Windsor knot. He was pretty sure she was talking about Paul, and not Don's inability to fasten his tie properly. He gave up on it for the moment, and went to sit beside her. Thoughtlessly, he put his arm around her and pulled her against him. She came readily, seeking the support.
Don rubbed her arm casually, just sitting with her quietly. After a little while, he asked, "You didn't much like Paul, did you?"
He felt the jolt run through her. "That's a cruel question," she said, almost in tears.
He hugged her. "I'm sorry. But you didn't. It's okay, Katie. I mean, yes, we're supposed to speak well of the dead, but... he was my friend, not yours. Is that what's bothering you, that you don't really miss him?"
"I... don't... know," she said hesitantly. "Maybe. I feel as if... it's like I like him even less now."
Uh-oh. I wonder if she remembers more of Zemlia Nov than Veronica thinks she does. To his sister, he said, "I wouldn't let it get to you. After today, there's no reason for you to think about him anymore."
"That's cold," his sister said. Her eyes were watery, but she wasn't crying yet.
"Not really. You didn't spend any time with him... you don't really know him. He's just... one of your brother's friends. You'd seen him here, but... it's like one of the Freshmen died, really... you don't know them, either."
"And if one of them got killed in a car accident, you'd be a little sad about it, but you wouldn't feel much more than that, would you?"
"No, probably not..."
"Well, see? You didn't really know Paul, and what you did know of him, you didn't like. I can't entirely blame you for that, he did have some... well, some quirks. But you're admitting to yourself that you didn't like him, and you think that's bad... but it's not. Just go with it. Why should you care he's dead? You didn't like him anyway."
"But that's mean!" she protested.
"To who? Paul's dead, he's not going to notice. I wouldn't go saying it to his parents... or especially to Julie, but... inside, in your heart, you know it's the truth."
"I don't want to be like that," she said softly.
"Katie," Don said, hugging her again, and realizing he was no psychiatrist. "Do you feel like crying over Paul's death?"
"Not really. That's what worries me."
"It shouldn't. You don't feel the need to grieve for him because he wasn't close to you. You feel kind of icky that you don't want to mourn because... Well, because you're a wonderful person who thinks she ought to feel something for one of her brother's friends. But you really shouldn't."
Katie sniffled a little, and looked up at Don. She sensed a difference in him, but couldn't place it. She also knew she liked the support he was giving her. The two had always been close, but she'd not come to him like this before, and she was surprised he'd so readily accepted her. She leaned against him for a long moment in silence, thinking over what he'd said.
"Thank you," she said softly after a little while.
The two remained that way until their mother came to Don's door and knocked quietly on the jamb. "C'mon you two, it's time to go."
Don stood up, and pulled Katie with him. He kept his arm around her as he led her to the car.
At the memorial service in the church, Don and his family sat behind Julie's family. Gill's family sat on the same row with the Clevelands, because Gill's father and Julie's dad worked together. Gill sat right next to Julie, and, Don noticed, sat rigidly, paying little attention to her.
Cold. Very... cold.
Don kept watching Julie, noting that she was only just barely holding it together. He knew she was crying, but only when her weeping got a little louder than her mother thought was appropriate did anyone turn and say anything to her. Julie quieted down, but Don got the feeling she felt even worse. He leaned forward slightly, and put his hand very gently on her shoulder. She actually jolted at his touch, startled. She turned to look at him, tears running down her face. He leaned forward even further and whispered into her ear.
"It's going to be okay, Jules. I promise." He'd slipped again, mainly because he felt close to her again, as he had in Zemlia Nov. She didn't object to his nickname for her, and she smiled wanly at him. She turned back to face the front, and Don leaned back, but not so much that he had to remove his hand from her shoulder. He looked up and listened to the people drone on about Paul and his life.
Blah. Paul was a self-centered little twit who needed a good smack upside the head. Come to think of it, I gave him a smack upside the head. I hope it did him some good. Don was surprised he would think that about his friend at a funeral, but he shrugged it off; he knew things about Paul that these people did not.
Don kept contact with Julie throughout the rest of the ceremony. The eulogy, delivered by Paul's father, was loving and heartfelt, but Don also knew most of it to be an idealized farce of what Paul really was. Like all people, in death, Paul became a near-saint to those who loved him.
Does that mean I don't love him? Hmm. I guess not. Having him try to rip my head off might have cured me of that.
He sat in silence throughout, more interested in the sister of the deceased than the deceased himself.
When the services moved to graveside, only a small, select group of Paul's friends were allowed to attend. Don, Gill, and their sisters were, of course, among this group. Don stood, his own sister being hugged by their mother as she looked blearily on. Gill and Susan stood stoically, separated from each other by a solid foot of space. Here, back on Earth, they didn't like each other again, and wouldn't have stood this close if manners permitted otherwise.
On the far side of them, Julie and her parents stood. Mother and father were trying to console each other, and in their own grief, they had no ability to worry about their daughter's pain. Julie stood, alone and suffering, in a world of black despair. Again, Don noted Gill's total lack of compassion for her in her moment of greatest need.
C'mon, Don. You care for her because you remember. He doesn't.
That shouldn't matter. She's still the sister of a friend. He should be there for her.
Why aren't you?
That question asked, it needed an immediate response. Don moved, as adroitly as possible in the close gathering, through the crowd behind the front row of people. Gill looked a little annoyed at being jostled, and Susan stepped a little forward to clear a path for him. In a second, he was standing beside Julie, able to hear her quiet sobs.
Don very gently wrapped his arms around her, embracing her in support and friendship. She turned to him and buried her head against his neck. He could feel her body shaking with the force of her weeping. He held onto her, stroking her hair gently. Neither of them heard the rest of the ceremony, not that either of them wanted to. They existed in a world unto its own; Don's attention centered on Julie, and Julie's attention centered on her pain. She knew that Don was there, and was grateful for him, but she simply couldn't express anything more than grief at the time.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the casket was lowered into the ground, the dirt ceremony was performed, and the gathering of people was dismissed. Don held onto Julie tightly as he led her away from the grave site. She clung to him, barely able to walk. He got her to the car, and situated in the back seat. She looked up at him, finally, and the pain in her eyes broke his heart. He pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped her eyes carefully. She smiled at him, but it was weak at best. He let his hand linger on her cheek longer than a concerned friend would, but she didn't mind. After a long moment of communion, he straightened up. Neither of them had said a word to each other.
"Thank you, Don," Julie's mother said. There was still the note of crying in her voice. "I... she needs... and I can't..." Even her mother wasn't ready to deal with this. He gave her a hug, but this one held far less caring than the one he'd given Julie. After a second, he let her go.
"If there's anything we can do... anything you guys need," Don said. "Just call us, okay?" Julie's mother nodded, and he helped her into the car. He nodded to Julie's father, and then walked back to his own family. He gave his sister a hug, as she appeared to need it.
As they were getting into the car, Don's father stopped him.
"I'm proud of you," he said softly, and then turned to get behind the wheel. Don just shook his head.
You have no idea what's going on.
He got in the back seat beside his sister, and instinctively took her hand. She squeezed his hand tightly, and didn't let go until they were back home. By the time they got there, the rain had picked up, and what had been a drizzle was threatening to become a downpour. It was an altogether miserable day.
The rest of the week passed without incident, and most everyone returned to normal. The Clevelands, of course, were still devastated by the loss of their son and brother. Julie seemed to be the hardest hit; she'd never had to face the loss of a loved one before, and she wasn't able to come to terms with the despair she felt.
Don wasn't able to help her any more than he had; he didn't see her at school, and he couldn't think of a good way to go over to see her just to say 'hi, you done crying yet?' It seemed cruel. So, he let it rest for now.
It was Saturday, and he was in his room, studying for an exam the following week, when the doorbell rang. He was home alone; his parents had gone off to some function or other, and Katie was at cheerleader practice. He walked down to the door and opened it.
"Veronica!" Don said in surprise, and stepped aside to let her in. She looked at him with a predatory glint in her eye as she sashayed past him into the room. She took it all in casually, then turned to him.
"So. Has everyone settled?"
"Not everyone, no. Julie's still pretty upset."
"Yes, I can imagine. Your training needs to begin soon."
"I figured. Do you live close to here?"
"I do now."
"Oh." Don blushed; he had not thought that she would have to move to train him. She saw the look, and smiled.
"Show me around?" she asked. It was more of an order than a question, and Don took it as such. After five minutes, she'd seen the whole house, and they were stepping into his bedroom, which he had saved for last.
"Your family... they leave you alone often?"
Don shrugged. "We each do our own thing. I don't go very many places. Gill and the girls will be over later... I don't know if Julie will come over or not... we usually get together on Saturdays."
"I see," Veronica said, closing his door, locking it, and then quietly chanting a spell of silence around the room. "In that case," she said when she was done, "We'd better not waste any time."
Don's protest died as she began to undo her blouse. Why fight it?
An hour later, Don was lying with Veronica, his head resting softly on her chest, pillowed by one of her tits. His hand idly drew circles on her abdomen.
"You know," Don said, after looking across the room at the calendar. "According to that, there won't be a full moon until next Saturday."
"Hmm," Veronica purred. "I guess I came a week too early. Well, we'll just have to repeat this, then." He could hear the smile in her voice without looking.
But look he did. He tilted his face up to see hers, and saw the smile, the welcoming, inviting eyes...
He kissed her, softly. He knew she was old enough to be his mother, but he didn't care. She was here, she was beautiful, and she was willing. He couldn't, and didn't, need more than that.
"Very well, Mistress," he said, after breaking their kiss. She smiled wonderfully at him.
For the next few hours, Veronica gave Don some very basic introductory information about how magic worked in the real world. He was surprised to find that it wasn't more complicated to use it, once you knew how to connect with it. He found that it was making this connection that was the hardest part.
After a while, they stopped, and had lunch. They necked for a while more after that, but soon it was time for the gang to start showing up. Don was surprised to find that Julie was, in fact, the first one to show up. Katie was right behind her, dropped off by one of her friends. The two hugged in the driveway, before going into the house.
"Hey, Don," Katie said. Julie smiled weakly at him, but she didn't get a chance to say anything. "Who's that?" Katie asked suspiciously. She was indicating Veronica, who was sitting on the sofa.
"This is Veronica Melchior. She runs a gaming company. I've been beta testing software for her for a couple of months, and she came down to check on progress."
Veronica, who had not had a chance to make up a cover story, marveled at how quickly Don came up with a plausible lie to cover her presence. Then she realized that he wasn't lying, merely renaming a few facts. She had stood when she was introduced, and now she stepped over to Don's side. She touched him gently, because she couldn't resist.
"Yes. He's one of my most important assistants. Without people like him, my industry would shut right down." She noted that Katie's look went from suspicion to boredom in a stroke. Julie's look was...
Oh, my. Veronica smiled at Julie, who did not return the gesture. Then Veronica turned to Don. "I'll be in town for some time. Obviously you've made arrangements for the afternoon."
"We can postpone..."
"No, no. I came unexpectedly. You have things to do. I can wait. Please call me if there's anything you need." She handed him a card, and smiled at him. He escorted her to the door, where she kissed him out of the sight of the other girls. Don watched as she drove off, and then headed back into the living room.
He was surprised to find Julie standing where she had been. He went to her side, and put his arm around her tenderly. "Are you okay?"
She turned to him and wrapped her arms around him. He was encouraged that she didn't cry openly, but he could feel a small wet spot on his shirt. He held onto her anyway. It was strange how much she'd changed since being back from Zemlia Nov. Then he realized it wasn't her that had changed.
You'd never have dared approach her before going.
He let his thoughts wander as he held her. After a few minutes, she was able to pull herself together. He was glad to see that her pain was lessening, if only by small degrees.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, rubbing at his shirt.
"Don't worry about it," he said. He brushed away her tears with his thumbs, and she smiled her thanks at him. He took a chance, and he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She let him, and didn't move away when he let go of her. She embraced him again, this time in a more womanly fashion. She held on for a few seconds, then let go again.
"Thanks for that, too." She smiled more securely at him, and then finally headed off to find Katie. Don watched her go, hoping she'd work her way out of it.
One thing at a time.
In a few moments, Gill and Susan showed up, and took Don's mind off of his concerns.
"So, you going with your parents to that grief seminar tonight?" Katie asked Julie as she sat down to join her for lunch.
"No way," Julie said sourly. "I don't need some damn shrink telling me that it's okay to cry and that I really am supposed to miss my brother..." Julie broke off her words before her voice cracked. She worked very hard to pull herself together. Katie looked at her friend, but didn't really know what to do. She was out of her depth; she knew she'd be in even worse shape if she'd lost Don, but she didn't know what to tell Julie to do. Then she thought of something.
"Hey, if you're not going to that, you want to come to cheerleader practice? Some of the girls are going out afterward for pizza and maybe a little cruising."
Julie looked sideways at Kate. "Your parents let you do that now?"
Katie smiled slyly. "They're going to the seminar with your folks, remember? What they don't know won't hurt me."
"What about Don?"
"What about him?" Katie asked.
"Won't he tell?"
Katie snorted. "He never tells on me. Besides, I don't do anything really bad."
He's home alone tonight, in other words, Julie thought to herself. She came to a decision.
"No, I'm not ready to be part of the scene yet. I think I want to just have a quiet night."
"Okay. You gonna make it to practice Thursday? Coach is gonna start getting upset if you don't..."
"Yeah, I'll probably be there. Let her know for me, okay?"
Don was fairly bored that evening. He knew Katie would be out for most of the evening, as would his parents. He didn't have any schoolwork to do, having finished it up already. He stared at his computer for a while, but didn't feel like messing with anything in particular. He was actually contemplating calling Veronica when the doorbell rang.
Maybe that's her now. She's got to have some kind of... seeing spell or something, so she can watch me. She'd know I was alone, and would be for a while...
Don walked down to the door, and opened it, really expecting to see Veronica. When he saw Julie standing there, his first expression was one of confusion. After that, his face took on its usual look of sympathy for her.
"Hey, Julie. If you're looking for Katie, she's-"
"I know," Julie said interrupting him. Can we talk?"
Don cocked an eyebrow, but then nodded. "Sure. C'mon in."
By the time Don turned around from closing the door, he saw that Julie was heading through the living room and up the stairs. He shrugged and followed her as she went right to his bedroom. He allowed himself to be surprised; she'd never willingly come into this room before. He hesitated a minute, but then entered himself.
"You want a soda or something?"
She shook her head.
"Okay. So... what's on your mind?" he said gently. He didn't know which direction she might jump; talking could mean anything at all. He was sitting in his desk chair looking at her intently, as she seemed to shiver on the bed.
"Could you... c'mere?"
Don paused for only a second, then got up, and went to sit beside her. She immediately leaned against him. "Hold me. Please."
Don wrapped his arms around her tenderly, giving her as much support as he could. He didn't know what she wanted to tell him or talk about, but at least he knew how to do this part.
"You've been... different... lately," she said softly. Don shuddered. You have no idea.
"Is that good or bad?" he asked.
"Pretty good, for me, anyway. I thought you hated me," she said.
"I've never hated you, Jules. I was kind of afraid of you."
"But not now?"
Don shrugged - or shrugged as much as he could while his arms were wrapped around Julie - and smiled. "I guess my being worried about you overrode my fear."
"Oh," she said, thinking about that for a minute. She snuggled in a little closer to him, and Don gladly let her. Real world or fake, she was still a babe. He stroked her short, black hair as she burrowed deeper into his embrace.
"So... do you like me?" she asked.
Don looked sideways at her. "I'm not sure I understand," he said.
"Am I pretty?" she asked, now more coyly than before.
"Shit, Julie, you're beautiful!" Don said truthfully.
She looked up at him, her eyes slightly lidded. "Would you like to kiss me?"
Don answered her by leaning forward slowly. Their lips touched gently, but the kiss was soon growing in passion and intensity. He pulled her more tightly against him, and she came willingly. He ran his hands up and down her back as she let her hands rub over his chest. After a little while, though, they broke the kiss off.
"You've been so nice to me," she said, looking up at him, her eyes a mixture of seduction and pleading. "Could you do one more thing for me?"
"What?" he asked, almost certain he knew the answer.
"Screw my brains out. I can't handle all this... tension. Sex relieves stress, but no one wants to date me now."
Don leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers again. She kissed him hotly, her tongue slipping out to worm its way into his mouth. He allowed it in as his hands reached down to find the hem of her T-shirt. He grabbed hold of it and pulled it upward. He might not have had a lot of sex in the real world, but he remembered how she liked to be treated. He tugged insistently on the shirt until he was able to get it clear of her tits, then he had to pause.
Reluctantly, the two broke their kiss. As soon as he had her shirt off, she reached down to pull his shirt out of his pants. He let her work the shirt up and off him. He knew he wasn't anything to look at compared to her other boyfriends, but she didn't seem to notice. She ran her fingers gently across his chest, tickling him slightly and arousing him even further.
After a moment of this, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She pulled her arms forward, and Don reached up and gently slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, slowly exposing the flesh of her ample tits to his view. He sighed at the sight of her areolas, still pale and large as he remembered them. Her nipples were fully erect, and he knew she liked to have them kissed and toyed with. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it lightly. Julie hissed out her pleasure, and arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
Don let his fingers wander over the swell of her other tit until they found her nipple. He rolled this between his thumb and finger, and Julie moaned loudly. She put her hands on the back of his head, and held him in place, enjoying the feeling of what he was doing to her.
After a little while, Don knew he had to move on, no matter how much fun he was having. He wondered if he could bring Julie to orgasm this way, but didn't want to try just now. He instead let his mouth leave her tit, and begin kissing her abdomen. He worked his way down to her belly button, and licked all the way around it, causing her to squirm in pleasure.
As he got closer, Don's fingers began to work on her jeans, unfastening them with practiced skill. It was odd that these fingers seemed to remember the practice that only his mental fingers had performed, but he wasn't going to worry over it. Soon, her jeans were undone, and he let his fingers slip inside to rub over her panty-covered mound.
Julie couldn't take too much of that. She reached down and pushed at her jeans, lifting her hips carefully so as not to dislodge Don from his wonderful kisses. Soon her jeans were past her hips, and she let herself back down. Don helped her get the jeans past her knees, and she was able to do the rest with her feet while he continued to slowly ease himself lower. By the time he got to the waistband of her panties, her jeans, shoes, and socks were on the floor.
Don kissed right down to her panties, and then he moved away from her slightly. She moaned in frustration, but he merely shifted position, and began to kiss her inner left thigh. She groaned at the feel of his lips against her tender skin, and her legs parted of their own accord. She wondered if he was going to pleasure her in her favorite way, but she couldn't ask him to at this point.
She didn't have to worry. Don moved back and forth, lavishly covering both thighs with kisses. He made his way slowly up toward her pussy, and she was quivering with anticipation by the time his lips were brushing the very edges of the leg holes.
Finally, Don planted a hot kiss right on top of her pussy, on the outside of her panties. Julie let out a cry of passion, and pushed her hips up into his face. Don took advantage of the opportunity, and quickly grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them quickly down past her hips. As she settled back onto the bed, he slipped the undergarment down her legs until they were around her ankles. He leaned back in then, sure she would deal with the panties as she saw fit.
As soon as his tongue contacted her swollen pussy lips, Julie fell back onto the bed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to make firmer contact. He lapped across her slit, and then he plunged his rigid tongue deep into her hole. Julie shuddered at the feel of him, and she was groaning constantly now, broken only by occasional encouragement or epithets.
As he sensed her arousal coming higher, he pulled his tongue out of her, and moved his lips up to her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and began to twitch his tongue over the very tip. Julie's hands tightened in his hair, and he knew she was very close. He sucked hard on her clit, and she screamed, her body freezing, her back arching. Her pussy flooded his chin with her juices, and he continued to suck at her clit until she began to come down from her high.
As Julie was attempting to regain her senses, Don stood up and removed the rest of his clothes. He knew she was nowhere near done, and he was fully aroused himself now. He slipped back onto the bed, gently pulling her fully onto it and then lying down beside her. He slipped his hand onto her breast and squeezed gently. He felt another small shudder pass through her body, and he also knew she loved it. He kept up his actions, waiting for her to come back from her place of fuzzy pleasures.
When she finally turned her eyes on him, there was lust, and something more. She smiled warmly at him, and then she rolled into his embrace, kissing him hotly. She could feel his erection poking into her abdomen now, and she knew he was ready. From experience, she knew he was too ready.
Pushing him onto his back, Julie said, "My turn." She moved down and, without preamble, took Don's cock into her mouth, all the way to the base. He groaned desperately at the feel of her mouth. He knew there was no way in hell he could control himself with that talented mouth wrapped around his prick. Julie's cheeks caved in, and as she slowly pulled off his dick, it was as if she was sucking on a straw. When she got to the very head, she lapped her tongue over its entire surface.
That was all he could take. Don groaned loudly, and spewed his load deep into her mouth. She swallowed fast, and repeatedly, taking down every single drop he gave her. She continued to suck on him well past the point he was done climaxing. She reached down and fondled his balls very gently, knowing they would be tender. She had done this sort of thing before. Usually, it was the only way she could assure herself she would get off. Now, it was a reward.
After only another minute, Don felt himself beginning to get hard again. Julie's tongue, lips, and deft fingers continued to manipulate him until he was back to full erection. Only then, with his cock fully hard, did she slowly slip her mouth off him. She looked up at him with a coy little smile.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh, Jesus Fucking H. Christ!" he groaned.
"Good," she said, moving up his body. "That's what happens if you make me happy," she whispered. "Now," she said, slipping her body on top of him, and reaching her hand between them to gently take hold of his cock and position it, "make me happy."
Don took hold of her, and then slowly pushed her downward. She held his prick in position, and she was slowly impaled on his shaft. She moaned in pleasure as each inch of him slid into her, until her clit was resting against his pubic hair. That feeling sent tingles throughout her body.
Don wrapped his arms around her, and their lips met again, immediately parting so that their tongues could join in the fun. Don rolled over, so that he was on top of her, and Julie immediately spread her legs for him.
Don started moving inside of her, using long, smooth strokes that let her feel almost the entire length of his shaft moving inside her. Julie groaned at the feel of him taking her. He continued to move slowly, altering his angle to rub up against her clit as much as he could with his body. She shivered as he did, wrapping her legs around his thighs to encourage him to go as deeply as he could.
In and out he moved, continuing to rub against her in every way he could think of. He'd learned a lot about sex in Zemlia Nov, and he was using every last bit of it here. Julie was already twisting beneath him, her orgasm approaching quickly. He began to move a little faster, letting his chest rub against her nipples, for she liked that. She broke their kiss and began panting, making little mewling sounds with each of his thrusts. She used her ankles to encourage him to go faster.
"Make me come! Make me come!" she chanted. He was doing his best, fucking her for all she was worth. He could feel her pussy tighten, feel the waves of pleasure begin to wash over her. Suddenly, Julie cried out, her back arching. Her tits were thrust into the air, and Don devilishly took one into his mouth and sucked on it. Julie screamed again, even louder, and her body began to shudder with the pleasure-quake that it was enduring. Her pussy clamped down on his prick, and he could barely move inside her, though he did keep up small thrusts, to heighten her enjoyment. Julie squealed and thrashed as he continued to pleasure her.
Finally, it was more than she could take. With one final cry, she went limp, her body collapsing to the bed, her mind shut down from overload.
Don slipped out of her. He'd not come a second time, but he knew that he had to add the word 'yet' to that thought, because he knew Julie would not let him go away unfulfilled. He looked down at her, and she was as beautiful and as vulnerable to him now as he had remembered her.
After several minutes, Julie's eyes fluttered, and opened. She looked up at him, and the look that had been mixed before now made itself plainly known. It was adoration.
"My God, where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. Because you taught me.
"Is there time for us to do it again?" she asked him, the lust returning to her eyes. "You still have an orgasm coming to you," she said with a smile.
Don looked over at the clock. His parents wouldn't be home for at least an hour. Katie wouldn't be home for at least two.
"I think we can...er... squeeze more in," he said. Her eyes lit up at that, and she rolled on top of him.
"I get to be on top this time," she said. "Trust me, you'll like it."
Oh, believe me, I KNOW!
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