Life continues to fuck me over hard, but maybe it'll get tired of it sooner or later. I'll keep writing anyway. Once again, end of bitchfest. I want to think everybody gave me feedback on earlier chapters of this story. As I have said before, I hope to prove that I will not fail or falter. I'm still trying for one chapter per month from this point on, but maybe I'll be able to do better. As always, not even I know how long this story will end up being, again, we are still only in the beginning and I don't know the end of this journey anymore than you do. I will continue to give props to CSquared as his is the first story beyond mine that I have ever run across, where somebody had telekinesis, but did not have the ability of telepathy (always excepting the early eighties movie "Zapped!" with Scott Baio, and the debate on my end of reality is raging on as to whether or not he was mildly telepathic). But even in Powers there are telepaths on hand to pull an Obi-Wan and conveniently make everyone forget. So how much more difficult would life be if those with the super-human power to move things with their minds couldn't erase the memory from the standers-by? How hard would it be for someone to have pure telekinesis, with no telepathy, and no one around to help them out? In short, a world where telekinesis was suddenly real, but telepathy was still a pipe dream? Let's find out. Now, as always, please send any and all comments to me. Suggestions and criticisms will be gratefully accepted. Flames, however, will be ignored. Please, do me a favor and tell me what you think. After all, it really is the only payment we online authors get <g>. Oh, and to answer a question that is popping up - often - lately, yes, there will be sex dammit! But let's face it, this is the beginning, people. So far, the stage is still being set (I thought it was done being set up until this chapter, lol). So patience, please, I won't write a stroke-story, it just isn't in me. My stories, and yes I am writing three others now, will all be quite long and drawn out. Just like the ones *I* like to read, neh? And before I forget, if you like this type of story, I'd highly suggest checking out the works of "The Book" series by Blackie and "Tim, the Teenaged MC" by Rass Senip, which he is updating again <g>. Admittedly, they are mostly telepathy with a bare touch of telekinesis, but they are works for the ages. And then there is the newer work, but every bit as good, by CSquared, "Powers" which seems to have equal amounts of telepathy and telekinesis as time goes by, and I believe it will join the previous two as works to be remembered. ------------------------------------------------------ One last thing, as something of a pre-script. It's getting toward the end of the year now and I have something to say. I've heard a lot of intolerance over the last ten years especially. Saying Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Joyous Yuletide, or Merry Solstice to the wrong people makes them actually angry. Look, people, what in the fuck does it matter? Since before Christianity or even Judaism this has been a special time of year! It goes so far back that it almost predates any organized religion, people! Take it in the manner it's meant. If you are Catholic and someone wishes you Happy Hanukkah, smile and thank them. If you are Wiccan and someone says Merry Christmas, they _aren't_ trying to convert you, they are just wishing you joy of the season! No matter what they say, they are just trying to be nice to you. For fucks sake, if someone wishes you Good Fungoi and says they hope you have a lifetime of amazing orgasms, smile, thank them, and *then*, after you won't offend them, you can wonder what the hell that was all about! Get over yourselves people!! And just enjoy the damn season, it is the time for gathering and family and good things. ------------------------------------------------------ Pure Telekinesis by: Waylan Dagger (waylandagger@hotmail.com) (c) 2008 Chapter 6 : Football and Family Ang looked up at the huge boy in a Letterman's Jacket with terror in her eyes as he knocked her books out of her hands. Her back was to a wall and he stood in front of her as the high school crowd flowed by, on their way to lunch and oblivious to her plight. "So big Jimmy D ain't here for you ta call out to. An' I been wonderin' if there was anythin' under his little sis's sweater of is she's as flat as she looks," the jock said as he reached for her. She watched, terrified and a sick feeling in her stomach, as his hand approached her chest. But it stopped as a scream like a little girl's burst out of his suddenly pain- stretched mouth. The hand that had been questing for her was now next to her shoulder, supporting his weight against the wall. The other had dived downward. "Get the fuck away form her or I swear I'll kick them off of you," David's voice snarled from behind the jock. "I can't fuckin' move, asshole," the large boy wheezed out between sobs. Ang looked down and saw that the boy's other hand had wrapped protectively around his crotch. Then a tennis shoe appeared. It slammed up into the hand and what it was trying to protect. The jock let out a squeal and folded. He fell to the ground on one side, and started to make retching noises. David reached out and pulled Ang over and way from the jock, then wrapped an arm around her and cradled her against him. "You ok?" he asked the trembling girl. She melted against him and sighed, "Yeah." David nodded and looked down at the jock, wiping at his nose. Ang noticed a tinge of red on his fingers as he said, "You leave her the fuck alone, Stan. And let everyone else know how I react when she ain't left alone." Stan glared up at David, still curled around his injured privates. "Fuck you, you fucking freak. Your ass is dead, motherfucker," he snarled out, spit flying out of his mouth. "You'd have to get through me first, number twenty six," Rick's voice came out of the sudden crowd that had formed around the 'fight,' made up of the same teenagers who hadn't cared that a girl could have ended up being raped. Rick appeared through the crowd's edge a moment later. "An' I think I'll go to the Coach on this one. I flat promise ya that you ain't never gonna play on _my_ team ever again." Stan looked up at Rick. "That little fuck kicked me in the nuts, man. For no fuckin' reason!" David looked over at Rick and softly said, "Anyone so much as touches Ang again an' I'm gonna hospitalize 'em." Rick looked at the two clinging together and shook his head. "Jimmy D ain't gonna be happy about this, David. He told you not to get near her an all." Ang tensed and looked from "The Man" to David. David just nodded. "I'll handle James Dean," he said. "But Rick, your starters are gettin' outta control, man." Rick grimaced. "Don't I know it. Look, are you an' Ang willin' to skip most o' lunch and go see Coach Brighton?" David looked down at Ang, who nodded up at him. "Yeah," he said, looking back at Rick. "We can do that." All three got through the rapidly dispersing crowd before a teacher's voice shouted out, "All right, what happened here?" The trio walked around the front of the school to avoid the lunchtime cafeteria crowding. Rick looked over and blinked as he saw the two others firmly holding hands. "So," he said, looking at David, "I see you made another friend after almost knockin' her down yesterday." "No he didn't!" Ang piped up, her voice almost angry and definitely defensive. "He's taking me to the game and dinner after tonight!" Rick almost tripped on his own feet in surprise. "David! You got outta the 'friend' stage at last?" David grinned at Ang. "Yep." Rick shook his head. "What was Jimmy D's reaction?" "Ah," David said as his eyes left Ang, who had bit her bottom lip and who was obviously having trouble suppressing a giggle. "He doesn't know yet." Rick laughed and shook his head. "You don't do shit by halves, do ya?" David shrugged and ran his free hand through his hair, stopping again to trace the bandage. "I'll be honest, with you Rick," he said as he grinned. "I don't give a shit about James' reaction." Rick nodded. "Yeah. You wouldn't. Look, you gonna need some backup when ya tell him?" "He doesn't need it," Ang piped up, and almost wrapped herself around David's arm. Rick laughed again. "No, David wouldn't, would he?" He chuckle, then looked at David with a serious expression. "Hey, man, you _gotta_ tell me how you did that locker trick!" "Well," said David. "That's somethin' me an' Johnny figured out years ago. You remember how much shit we used to get inta." Rick smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Like that time when we were freshmen..." And Ang listened to the two boys, wondering, as the tale unfolded, how in the world both Johnny and David escaped being expelled years before... And exactly where had they gotten thirty pigs? Coach Brighton nodded from behind his desk as the three teenagers finished their recitation of the exciting events in the hallway. "Well," he said quietly as he pushed himself to his feet, appearing larger-than-life at 7'1" and as heavily muscled as a linebacker to boot. Ang trembled against David as she looked up at the massive man, but then looked puzzled as he began to speak. His voice didn't match. It was soft, almost effete, and has a very slight lisp. "It appears that Mr. Predmore didn't conduct himself in the manner I expect of our first-string players, is that correct, Mr. Giles?" Rick nodded. "Yes, sir. That's about right. An' it's spreading to the rest of the team." Coach Brighton shook his head sadly and Ang opened her mouth to speak, but David subtly waved her to silence. She nodded and subsided as Coach Brighton sighed and turned to look at the football roster on the wall. "Mr. Dean is _not_ up to Mr. Predmore's playing standard and would likely act the fool about campus if I moved him to the starting lineup." Rick nodded. "Yes, sir. He would. In fact, he already does." Rick frowned, then snapped his fingers. "What about that new player, the freshman. You know..." and he tapped his foot and closed his eyes, trying to recall. "Nicholas Escamilla," Coach Brighton said and Rick nodded and opened his eyes, smiling. "As good as Mr. Predmore in our practice sessions and he seems to be improving already. But he's never played a high school game before." He turned and looked at Rick. "Do you think he would behave well after the rare promotion, or would we be looking at another James Dean?" "I, ah, don't really know him," Rick confessed. "It ain't like I move in freshman circles, ya know? I just, like, see him at practice, all the second stringers including Jimmy D bouncin' off him like they wasn't there. I think I'd be safe with him on the line. Maybe safer than I was with Stan, ya know?" Coach Brighton nodded and sighed. "Well, Mr. Dean is only here through the end of this year. If Mr. Escamilla turns out just as bad I'll have to deal with him for four. We may have to go with the evil we know instead of a boy that can be good or bad. I'm sorry Rick, I know this is going to make your offensive line weaker, but..." "But he's a sweetheart," Ang burst out. Coach Brighton blinked. "Who is that, Miss?" "Nick. He's a real nice guy, sir," she said, getting quieter as she got to the end of her sentence. Coach Brighton tilted his head. "You know Mr. Escamilla?" Ang nodded and tried to talk, then squeaked and huddled against David. David smiled down at her and nodded. She opened her mouth again and almost whispered, "He stopped a lot of the teasing I was getting last year after I had to get glasses." She looked up, and up, at Coach Brighton and almost shouted, "He's nothing like my brother!" Coach Brighton looked confused. "Your brother?" "Coach," David spoke up. "We didn't give you Ang's last name when we came in, and I'm sorry about that. It's Dean and her brother is James." Coach Brighton actually giggled. "James Dean's own sister would rather that an untried freshman would take the field instead of him?" "I'd rather see my goldfish playing instead of him," Ang snarled, venom dripping from her voice. Rick grimaced. "He's pretty much hated by everyone 'cept the crowd of followers he's gathered, Coach." Coach Brighton nodded. "Then I'll call Mr. Escamilla out of lunch or class, whichever he has now, and give him the news that he is starting in the game tonight. As for Mr. Predmore..." "Coach Brighton?" David interrupted. "Yes, David?" the huge man looked surprised to be interrupted. And Rick looked surprised about something as well. "Stan wouldn't be properly punished by just being kicked off the team." He raised his hand as Coach Brighton opened his mouth. "I know, it's a horrible thing to do to a starting player, but there is something worse. Remember when you were talking about your college days and how your coach used to threaten guys with the possibility of being 'fourth string?" David waited until Coach Brighton nodded. "Well, bench him, and assign him to that theoretical fourth string. He wouldn't even be allowed off the bench during practice. The only way out would be to admit he was a loser and quit." Coach Brighton blinked and, in a voice even softer than it had been, said, "David, I know how angry you have been at the world. I felt its brunt myself, not long ago. But I hope you aren't becoming vindictive." David shook his head slowly. "Not vindictive. Defensive." He let go of Ang's hand to put his arm around her and pull her close. "I'm _not_ going to let anyone fuck with my girlfriend." Rick looked at David like he'd lost his mind, knowing full well that this man does not put up with swearing of any kind. But he was further surprised when, instead of exploding, Coach Brighton said, "Girlfriend?" David nodded and both he and Ang were suddenly wrapped up in a huge hug from the massive man. "Your mother would have been delighted, David," he said as he let them go. David smiled and took possession of Ang's hand again, who was standing there, looking completely stunned. "I know. Especially with Ang." Coach Brighton smiled and sat down again, allowing the three teenagers to stop craning their necks to talk to him. "Fourth string it is, then. I'll inform the concerned parties. You children have a good day now," he said, absentmindedly, as he turned to make changes on the football roster. The trio filed quietly out. "I didn't know you knew the Coach, David," Rick said after they got out of the gymnasium. "Yeah. He knew my parents." Rick nodded, finally understanding why David got to be on a first name basis from Coach Brighton, and wondered off toward the main buildings. "Isn't he going to say bye or anything?" Ang asked. "Rick?" David said, smiling. "Hell no. He just comes and goes." Ang smiled at David and leaned into him as they walked toward the Office and Cafeteria building. "It's nice to know you don't have a 'thing' about gay people." David blinked. "No. I don't. But what brought that on?" "You know," she said and giggled, thrilling David yet again, "Coach Brighton." David stopped walking in surprise. "Morton Brighton?" She nodded and David chuckled. "Sorry, Ang, he's as straight as the proverbial arrow." She blinked. "But from what Jimmy says and now that I've heard him myself..." she trailed off. David looked around and, not seeing anyone, quietly said, "Don't let it out, but he has a wife and two young kids. His wife and my Mom've been friends for, like, ever. Since they were in college or maybe before, I could never get the complete story. Otherwise I wouldn't know about them either. He left his last coaching job because of all the hell she went through, entirely due to people thinking he was gay." Ang nodded. "Yeah, especially people like my brother. I won't tell anyone." David nodded and grinned. "I can flat guarantee you'll meet her, though." "At the football game?" David snorted and shook his head. "Nah. Mr. Brighton keeps his home and work life very separate now. Not to mention the fact that she hates football these days. No, she'll want to meet you," and he sighed as a single tear fell from him, "'cause Mom can't." He had to stop walking as an Ang had plastered herself to him as she hugged him fiercely, her face pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arms gently around her and let his eyes close, smiling. Until a wolf-whistle came from somewhere and his eyes shot open. The lunch crowd was streaming out of the building in different directions as they headed for their classes and a massive Latino boy was clapping as he walked toward the couple. "Nice one, Brain," he said in a slightly accented voice. "Jimmy D gets hospitalized and' you finally get outta your shell." David bristled but Ang put a restraining hand on his arm. "You be nice, Pinky," she said, smiling. "Or I'll let David take care of you like he did Stan." The boy whistled. "That was you, man?" "Yeah," David grunted. "And I'd do it again. And will if anyone at all fucks with Ang." The boy nodded. "You got yourself another friend to protect ya now, eh, Brain?" Ang giggled again and David had to focus to stay angry. "No, Pinky. He's my boyfriend." The boy's eyes went wide. "Madre de Dios. Is that why Jimmy D wrecked his car an be in the hospital?" "Nah," she said. "He don't know yet." The large boy laughed and shook his head. "He be one mean bastard, Brain. I'll help you take over the world, but I ain't up to that much heat." David laughed suddenly. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" The boy grinned. "I think so, but where are we gonna get a spark plug and a jar of mayonnaise at this hour?" Ang grinned as well. "That is my and Nick's favorite cartoon!" she enthused. "It's a good show," David conceded. "But the Roadrunner rules." "Uh oh," Mick said, backing off. "I think I don't wanna get in the middle of the first lover's fight." Ang let go of David's hand to smack his arm. "He's just uncultured. We'll discuss it later." David smiled down to her, then looked back at nick and extended his hand. "You'd be Nick Escamilla, right?" Nick took his hand and shook it. "Ang been talking about me, huh?" David nodded. "I'm David Julian and yeah, some. But I mostly know your name cause I know Coach Brighton is lookin' for ya." Nick nodded. "You know what 'bout, Dave?" David winced. "Please, man, it's David. I hate the other names." Nick nodded. "Yeah, I hate Nicky too, but Brain over there kept callin' me that before. I like Pinky lots more." David smiled. "And before ya ask again, yeah, I know what the Coach wants, but I'll leave that to him. It ain't nothin' bad an' he's never forgive me for givin' it away." Nick nodded, blew a kiss to Ang, and walked toward the Gym. David recaptured Ang's hand and said, "He's an experience." "Yeah," Ang said, smiling. "And if he'd concentrate on math half as hard as he does on messing around and girls, he'd never need help. That's how we met, sorta like how you and Janice Coleman are friends." "Tutor?" David asked. "Yeah," she said again, smiling. "He was almost held back last year 'cause of math. Jimmy didn't like him coming over, though." Her smile faded as she mentioned her brother. "You're worried about him," David stated. "Yeah," Ang sighed. "He's a dickhead but he's still my brother." David just blinked as he heard Ang swear. She looked up at him and grinned impishly. "It isn't as if I don't know the words, you know." Her grin broadened and David thought he knew exactly what pixies looked like now. "I just save 'em for when I'm talking about or to the right people." David shook his head, grinning in response to her, then softly touched her cheek. "Look, let's get out of here and go see your brother. We'll clear it with Mr. Maherty, then walk to my house and I'll drive you from there." Less than an hour later they were walking through the hospital toward the room that Jimmy D had been assigned to for overnight observation. "Here comes the first hurdle," Ang muttered as they walked into the room, hand in hand. Jimmy D had looked toward the door's movement so he was the first to spot them. "Damn it, you lying fuckin' brat," he said to Ang. "I don't want _you_ of all people here. An I thought I told you to keep your hands offa her, Davey Weirdo!" Ang pulled up short as if she'd been slapped and David snarled out, "She was worried about you, asshole. I'm just sorry they didn't' have to wire your fucking mouth shut!" and he steered Ang back out of the room and into the hall. Ang looked at him for half a second after the door closed, then collapsed against his chest, sobbing. Before David could do more than get his arms around her, a man with an almost-military buzz cut and a two piece suit burst out of the room right behind him. "Just who the hell do you think you are!" he demanded, glaring at David, who had begun to turn as soon as he heard the door open. David immediately noted the family resemblance between Jimmy D and this man. He quickly estimated the man to be in his mid-50's, by the light lines around his eyes and mouth, lack of serious lines on his face, and hair beginning to go gray. Due to the resemblance and age bracket, too young to be a grandparent of a teenager, he knew this must be James' and Ang's father. And the fact that he stood around half a foot taller than David didn't go unnoticed by the observant teen, but David ignored that and took special note of the fact that the suit hid heavy muscle, not fat, and knew he'd have to make the first hit count if it came to that. And from this man's stance, it just might. David turned the danger notch of such an encounter up quite a bit higher as he was sure that the job that Ang had told him about would require her father to be effective at defending himself in hand-to-hand combat. David also managed to see that he had all of his teeth, apparently original, and no scars or signs of a prior broken jaw or nose. David judged it likely that no one had ever tried swinging for the large man's face as they wouldn't want to fight with him if they could avoid it, and the times they couldn't, the stomach or the balls would be the normally sensible first targets, the first because it's a broad target on anyone, the second because it is usually immobilizing. So the face would be the best place to attack, rather then the heavily muscled midriff or a kick to the balls, which Mr. Dean would likely react automatically to. As always with David, this evaluation took less time than the man took to draw in a breath to continue his tirade, and David was already pushing Ang behind him. "I'm Ang's boyfriend," he snapped back. "And I won't let your elitist asshole of a son talk that way to her!" Mr. Dean visibly puffed up, muscles hardening under his suit. "My daughter is not allowed to date and wouldn't be allowed _near_ a smartass punk like you even if she were!" David deliberately turned his back on Mr. Dean and took Ang's hand. "Come on," he said calmly to her. "We're leaving." Ang just had time to nod before Mr. Dean roared, "Get your fucking hands off my daughter!" and his hand came down to grab David's shoulder. "Henry Michael Dean!" A woman's voice snapped out. "You let go of that boy this instant and explain yourself!" David had let go of Ang and turned with the intention of trying to knock him out with one blow, but stopped dead at the sound of _that_ voice. He'd only heard his mother use _that_ voice twice on him and once on his father. David couldn't stop himself from wincing in sympathy. "But, Nancy, he..." Henry got out before the tiny woman reached up and slapped him, hard. "Every damn time James acts up, you go and blow up at whoever, as if he's a fuse and you are the dynamite in a testosterone factory!" the woman that David though was probably Ang's mother fumed up at Ang's father. David couldn't help but notice that she looked more like Ang's big sister than her mother, as tiny as she was. She wasn't over 5'2" and almost as slim as he knew Ang was from his mind catching her in the nurse's office... as well as their time on his living room floor. Her hair was jet black where Ang's was a very dark brown, and her eyes were bright blue versus Ang's hazel, but otherwise they could almost have been sisters, as he really couldn't estimate her age. She looked twenty but he supposed, possibly, she could be as old as forty, he just didn't know. Henry just touched his cheek where a dark but small handprint was already showing as the fuming woman continued, "Now you can just shut the hell up while I try to fix this mess you've made!" She shoved the stunned man backward as she stepped between him and a bemused David. She said, "I'm sorry about my son and my husband. I'm Nancy Dean, Angela's mother," and extended her hand toward the teen. David took her hand automatically and shook it gently as his normally quick brain tried to recover. "Like mother like daughter, they both throw me off balance," he thought to himself and blushed as the woman giggled, a light tinkling sound rather than her daughter's throaty sound. He looked over his shoulder with a slightly panicked look and Ang said, "Yeah, you did it again." She looked around him and said, "He sometimes forgets to keep his thoughts in his head, Momma." Desperately trying to recover, David looked back at Nancy and got out, "Uh, pleased to meet you, ma'am. I'm David. Julian, that is." The small woman smirked. "Which is it, David or Julian?" "Both," he said, blushing again. "David Julian." He wondered if he could make a bigger ass out of himself and ran his hand up through his hair, unconsciously stopping to trace the bandage there. His movement had drawn Nancy's attention and she frowned as she noticed the bandage. "Were you injured recently, David?" David dropped his hand and shook his head. "No, ma'am. Not recently." I was..." and he stopped to take in a breath. Ang stepped up next to him and took his hand in both of hers, pressing it softly. "David's family are the ones we got the flier about, Momma. Right after Christmas, remember?" Henry looked surprised but Nancy softly said, "Oh, you poor dear." David shrugged. "Instant orphan, just add car crash according to James." "He didn't really say that did he?" Henry asked. "Yeah, Daddy, he did, almost immediately after I met David," Ang asserted, nodding her head once. "That boy," Nancy sighed and shook her head. Henry frowned. "Well, that still doesn't give you a right to treat him like you did, Dave. Especially after he had a major accident!" David flared up and actually snarled as his mouth opened, and Nancy turned to her husband in shock, but they both stopped as Ang flashed past David and slapped her father just as hard as her mother had, and nearly in the same spot. "David was defending me," she snapped at her stunned father. "James' accident was _nothing_ in comparison to David's! And for your information he _is_ my boyfriend and if you don't like it that's just too bad!" Henry began to swell up and opened his mouth, but Ang overrode him as her voice rose to a full-blown shriek. "He's taking me to the game and dinner tonight and that's final! And I don't even want to _look_ at you right now!" Ang burst into tears as soon as she had finished and ran past David, sobbing hard. David spun as she passed him to run after her, but was stopped by her father's hand on his shoulder again. David couldn't even think, Ang was hurting, so he just reacted. He let the hand spin him around and focused the momentum of that spin and all the strength he could muster behind a fist, which landed on Henry's jaw. Henry shot backward and landed against the wall, then fell on his side, and didn't move. "Oh, shit," David breathed as he realized what he'd done. Nancy's eyes were wide, but she took a calming breath, shook her head and, in a soft voice very like Ang's, said, "Go help Angela. I'll see what I can do about my idiot husband." "Right," David grunted. "Sorry," he said, then turned down the corridor and sprinted after Ang. "Ang?" David said softly as he skidded to a stop behind her. Ang stopped battering on the elevator button and turned to fall against him. "I can't believe," she sobbed against his chest as he gathered her firmly up into his arms. "I can't believe Daddy would treat me like that!" "Shh," David said and stroked her hair. "He's just upset about your brother getting hurt and he's not taking it well." She sniffled and looked up at David, who stopped stroking her hair so he could unwrap his arm and gently wipe her tears away. "This is going to sound weird, so just listen. I'm really glad you didn't know me right after the accident," he said, and put a finger on her lips as she started to speak. "You should have heard the things I said to Mr. Maherty and Johnny and Rick and Janice. Hell, you should have heard the awful things I called Mr. Brighton and my Aunt Laura, they were closest to my family. I would have hurt you, bad. And that's something I really don't ever want to do." And nodded as he talked and sniffed a bit, still recovering. As he finished, her hand came up behind his neck and gently pulled downward. David smiled slightly and bent down, aiming for a kiss on her cheek, but she turned her head and her lips met his in their second kiss. If David could have thought, he would have wondered if he'd been plugged into a light socket. As it was, his brain tripped offline and he pushed Ang back against the wall and pressed his lips tight against hers. Her eyes started to close and she opened her mouth slightly to moan heavily against his lips and, acting on pure instinct, she flicked her tongue out to touch his bottom lip. In a pure reaction, David's mouth opened slightly and his tongue brushed against hers. Both of their eyes closed as David let out what could best be described as a growl and Ang started purring. Their mouths opened as their lips stayed locked tightly together, and their tongues flashed back and forth, sliding and twining about each other. Ang pulled herself closer to David and David crushed her body to him, his growling and her purring increasing in volume. They were so close that David could feel Ang's hard nipples through her heavy sweater and Ang's belly was pressed up against his reaction. She was actually trying to pull herself up to grind her crotch against his as they had to break apart, entirely due to a lack of air. David and Ang's eyes flew open and they both moaned as their burning gazes met. They would have started again and probably gone farther, even though they were in a very public hallway, if a soft voice hadn't said, "I'm glad I got Henry to stay behind. I don't think he'd have reacted well to this at all." ------------------------------------------------------ Unfortunately, all the people willing to edit my work have temporarily lost internet access. So any typos or glaring plot holes are my mistake alone. This story is copyrighted by me, the author, Waylan Dagger. Please do not repost this story or post it on an archive without obtaining permission first. I can almost guarantee that permission will be granted, but I would like the courtesy. I can be reached at waylandagger@hotmail.com