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Tgold1:
chai.,.. Chai.... Swartestpopqueen na you o

[size=50pt]swartestpopqueen?[/size] com'on dude, is that tha Hausa version of my Name?

Oladim001:
Seriously speaking, Nick should better stop telling his friends about his switches. I thought he was more sensible than that. First it was Tina, then Loveth and now Stephanie. Its getting really annoying to me.

In Nick's Voice. "hey man, easy there. I just can't seem to compel myself to not telling the only woman thats truly ever love me for who i am, about my abilities. Yhu and I both know that, she deserves better than that. Man She's my girlfriend for Fvck'sake . I don't think I will ever regret letting her In on my secret. Though i can't say the same for Tina, But Loveth? I trust her with our presidents life. She can never ever betray her own blood. So chill out ßuddy. Everything's gonna be Fine. I promise.

Youngfalz:
ohh my God u r such a great writer. I love did thread

thanks alot. Am humbled.

[size=30pt][color=#000066]Kwantinuation......[/size][/color]

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[b]I don’t look forward to breaking it off with Tina, but know that I can give up the rest with minimal pain. I ask myself why I’m willing to put up with
something like this. I mean, I can have any
woman in the world, with my switches. Sure it would take some work, and I’d have to get over my hang-up about manipulating others, but still. .
.
But Stephanie is the first woman to like me, for me.

She is also a geek on my own level. And I truly do care about her.

I turn my steps towards home, and start trudging.

I find Rose and Dennis sitting in the main room of the apartment, when I get home. They’re
watching TV and not scre.wing, which I’m
thankful for, considering the conversation I'd just
had with Stephanie.

Dennis greets me as I walk in the door. “There you are,” he acts like he hasn’t seen me in days.
“Have you been watching the news?”

“About the satellite?” I ask, fairly sure I know
where he’s going, and not really wanting to think about it. Flashes of the ßokoharms scout ship blowing
up run through my mind, and I do my best to squash them.

“No, about some of those freaks with abilities,” he corrects me. I can feel my temper start to rise at
the mention of freaks, but I quickly get myself under control. Doesn’t he understand that one of those freaks is standing right in front of him,
and may be the only thing standing between him and annihilation? Of course he doesn’t.

“Looks like someone’s been going around, burning and killing them.” He looks at me closely, before
continuing, “Are you alright?”

Nodding, as I head to my room, I feel sick,
wondering who might be doing that.

"Oh yeah, hey," my roommate suddenly says, stopping me, "did I see you coming out of Mrs. Stilinski’s office earlier?"
I’d almost forgotten about the terrific deep throat I'd gotten in her office, until now. It’s a better thought than thinking about people getting
burned up, or having to break things off with Tina.
"Yeah, I got a small cut on my hand, and
she insisted she take a look at it. It turned out to be nothing, though." I show Rose and him my clean, undamaged palm.

"Is it true what their saying?" Rose asks me
excitedly, leaning on the arm of the chair to grin up at me. I have no idea what she's talking about, until she continues. "That she’s giving blow.jobs
to every guy that goes in there," Ellagold's friend clarifies. I feel my face turning red, and know that they have their answer, as I go to my room,
accompanied by their snickers.

I have to work tonight, so I jump in the shower, and furiously clean up. Sometimes I hate
showering before work, knowing that I will need another one, after working at the grill, but I hate
going to work dirty, also. I should’ve asked if Stephanie has to work, but it hadn't crossed my mind at the time, and I don’t dare call to find out.

She’s made it clear she’ll talk to me when she’s ready.

I think about what Dennis had say about Mrs. Stilinski. Have my switches turned her into a nymph.omaniac, or just given her the ability to live out that lifestyle? She'd told me that she used
to be a Player with her late husband. I wonder if she had suppressed her sexuality in her older
age, until I'd helped her body feel younger with my switches.

It’s my first night back to work, since I'd left for Winter break, and Stephenie is working tonight, though she doesn’t pay me much attention. I try to talk to her, but she only gives me a small
smile, before turning, her dyed red hair flinging out as she walks away. It hurts to be treated like
that after pouring my life out to her earlier, but there is little I can do about it, short of using my switches. A quick sense of her 'happy' switch,
informs me that she’s a little more happy than not, which is at least something.
Unless she’s happy at me being miserable? Naw, that’s not like
her.

Mikel is just as ornery as ever, however.
There’s a new waiter, which he actually makes cry, after he'd made a simple drink order mistake.
There’s another mistake on one of Stephanie's tables, and when Mikel starts to chew her out, I
step up, and claim it'd been my mistake.

"Sorry, Mikel, I misread the order. It’s not her fault." It really had been her fault, but I’m trying to win her back over, though with the way she’s
treating me tonight, I’m not sure why I’m
bothering.

"It's coming out of your paycheck then," Mikel informs me heatedly. "And you, Stephanie, make sure your orders are clear enough, that this
doesn't happen again!" Our boss turns and storms away, to start berating someone else. I can’t remember the last time he was this
miserable to work with, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why he is.


T.b.c.[/b]

I appreciate my faithful readerz.

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QUEENLIZ.

[size=30pt]*kwantinuation*[/size] [b]in st ßuhari's Tone...

Stephanie drops her chin to her chest, as she contemplates that, and I feel her 'happy' switch slip a little more.

"You're right. If you’d have said that a few minutes ago, I probably would have
blown up, but I can handle it now. You may think of it as manipulating me, and it probably is, but I
want you to know that I appreciate you moving that. . . switch."
Stephanie looks back up at me then, before asking, “Are there any other switches in
me?”

This time it’s me that breaks the gaze, and I nod.

“Two others,” I murmur, feeling her ‘happy’ switch drop a little more.

“And what do these other switches do?” Her tone is level, but I can feel the ice beneath.

“Remember how nervous you were before Prof Jane’s final?” I wait for her nod, before continuing. “I made them to help you
remember things easier, and to increase your confidence.”

Stephanie's emotional switch ticks up a bit, but oddly her words are juxtaposed with her emotions. “I
thought you didn’t want to manipulate me?”

“I wasn’t manipulating you,” I defend myself. “I
gained nothing by helping you out. You were so worried, but I knew you could pass it on your own. I just tried to give you a bit of a boost, is all.”

Stephanie doesn’t respond for awhile, and her switch doesn’t give me any clues as to what she might be thinking, either.
Finally after a few minutes she asks, "I don't understand why this alien gave you
this ability, though. Is it just to mess with the human race?"

I’m glad she’s sitting down, as I know the next part might be the hardest to explain, and believe.

"No, she did it to try to save all of us." I explain to her about the ßokoharms, how they gained their
technology, and then turned and used it against their teachers, the aliens.

"The ßokoharms will be here in a month," I conclude.

"And you're supposed to be able to stop them with these switches of yours? How are you going
to do that? Make them all happy and start dancing na.ked? or start their cars?"
Stephanie asks me, and despite the guilt I feel for using her switch, I’m glad it’s removed most of her
anger.

"My sister, Loveth, has the same gene I do, but her ability is different. She magnifies my ability,
but in order to do so, we have to be touching." I tell her, fearing her wrath will return.

"Touching? How much touching?" she asks
hesitantly, and I know she is thinking about me being with Loveth.

I take a deep breath before answering.
"The more contact we have, the more powerful my ability,
and the easier it is to both sense, and manipulate my switches." I tell her about what happened
with my father, as an example.

Stephanie is silent for a long time, and I’m afraid she is going to blow up. When she finally speaks, it’s
with a calm I don’t expect.

"You mean sèx."

"Not if I don't have to," I tell her. "If I can do it without having to resort to that, then I won't go that far."

"You're not stupid, Nick," Stephanie berates me instantly. "I know in anime and on TV they always wait till the last second to use their full power, but that doesn't mean you have to.
Besides, it's not like you haven't already slept with her."
She surprises me by grabbing my hand
and looking fiercely into my eyes. "If I’ve ever meant anything to you, then I only ask one thing."

"You do mean something to me," I promise her.

"That's why I’m telling you all of this, Steph, I also trust you. I’ve never told anyone all of this. Tina knows about my ability, but she doesn't know
about Vage, or the ßokoharms. Loveth only knows because of her ability. I want you to understand. .
. No, I need you to see what I am up against."

Stephanie shakes her head at that. "No, I know you can make me forget if you have to, by using one of
your switches, and don't tell me you wouldn’t, because you don't want to manipulate me." I
marvel at how smart this woman is, and how well she knows me.

"I love you, Nick, and I don't want to lose you." She pauses to take a breath to
steady herself, before continuing. "I want to be there, when you fight against these ßoko race."

I open my mouth to protest that it will be too dangerous. That Vage's ship will be the first casualty if I fail, but she covers my mouth with her hand.

"I’ll be there, or we’re done." She moves my head up and down, forcing me to agree with it, and I can’t help but laugh. "Now get out of my car. I have a lot to think about, and I want to make sure they’re my own thoughts."

I know she doesn’t think I can actually control her thoughts, but understand her motives.

Silently I step out, knowing that she needs her space. I’ve done all that I can. The rest is up to her.
Before she pulls away, she rolls down the
window and leans over. "Oh, and Nick, all of the others stop, unless I'm there." Stephanie speeds away before I can even think of answering her.


TBC [/b]

[size=35pt]*kwantinuation*[/size] [b]in st ßuhari's Tone...

When I see that we’re heading to the parking lot, I begin to worry that maybe Stephanie intends to get in her car and drive off.

When we get to her
vehicle, however, she unlocks the door, and
waits for me to get in the passenger seat. It isn't going to get much more private than this, right now.

"So start talking," she tells me, her voice stiff with emotion. Stephanie’s sitting with her hands in her lap, and staring into her steering wheel, as if it might impart some wisdom to her.

"Before that night in the freezer, I slept with Tina, from Professor Jane's class," I begin.

"But that was before we were together in the freezer. It doesn't count," she tells me stiffly.

"No, it doesn't, but it didn’t stop that night," I reply. "You already know about Stacy your sister, at the party. . ." I tell her everyone I’ve been with, holding nothing back, even telling her about Loveth, Alice, and Jane Janet.

She sits in silence, through it all, until I mention Vage.

"Wait, you want me to believe you’ve been with an alien? Do you think I'm stupid?" Her eyes flash angrily at me, but her tone is oddly soft, and sounds all the more dangerous for it.

"No, I think you are the Smartestpop of Geeky woman I know." I tell her carefully, but meaning every word. Well, at least the smartest in my age group and not in the world at large.

"Stephanie, I can prove it," her eyes lift
in disbelief.
"She gave me an ability that I think of
as switches or Triggers. Anything I can conceive of as a
switch, I can affect. I can also sense those
switches. That's how I’m always able to tell you apart from Stacy. I made a switch in you,
but not one in her. That's why you could never trick me, after the party."

"You made a switch in me?" she asks, obviously not believing me. "And what does it do, make me fall stupidly in love with you?" The bitter quality to her tone feels like a knife digging into my chest,
but at least she’s listening.

"No. I think of it as a 'happy' switch. If I move it,
you’ll feel happier," I tell her, while looking
shamefully at my hands.

"So why don't you move it now, and just make me happy? Come on. I'm tired of feeling angry, and hurt, and sad, and betrayed. If you really
have this ability, make me happy," she demands of me, but I’m not going to cheat at this. Her emotion is genuine, and I don’t care to create fake
feelings in her.

"I won't manipulate you like that. I’ve never used that switch, other than to sense whether I’m
dealing with you, or Stacy. I can still prove
it, though," I hurriedly tell her, as I sense her
anger rising.

I think for only a split second, and her car starts up. It’s too easy for me to do it, as I've been starting cars since practically the first day.

Stephanie jumps when her car starts, and she digs the keys out of her pocket. She looks from her steering wheel, to her keys, and back to me for a few seconds, before she can gather enough words to speak.

"That’s a fluke. Some trick you're playing on me. Did you install one of those automatic starters
when I wasn’t paying attention?" I know she is just trying to rationalize everything.

I shake my head, and just for theatrics, snap my fingers and turn her car off. Her eyes grow wide, and I know I have her complete attention now.

"Okay, so you have some strange power. I still say you should prove it by making me happy,"
she says, obviously still upset with me.

"I don't want to manipulate you," I try explaining to her again, but she won’t have it. Sighing with
resignation, I start to push against her 'happy'
switch. It takes some serious effort to move it. I think it’s because she’s primed against it. The simple fact that it moves at all, shows how much I’ve grown in power over the last few weeks.

Once it starts to move, however, I notice an
immediate change in her demeanor, and it
becomes easier and easier to move. "See," I tell her, once I have it all the way on,

"You're happy
now. Satisfied?"

"Oh my. . . I. . .I can't believe it. I AM happy. I was so angry a moment ago, but you really can do it!" she nearly titters.

Not feeling comfortable with myself, or what I've
done, I start to move the switch back off, but she stops me, sensing what I’m doing.

"Don't you dare take this away! Okay, you want me to believe, I believe. Just don't take this away. You're
better than an anti-depressant." She looks at me with a slight smile on her lips, but it slowly straightens out on its own.
"You still cheated on
me though. . ." Feeling sick and disgusted, the words are out of
my mouth before I can stop them.

"I didn’t cheat, because we weren't officially together...." I take a pause when i felt a little drop on her 'happy' switch.


T.b.c.[/b]

[size=40pt][color=#990066][KWANTINUATION[/size] [b] in ßuhari's tone[/color]


I can also hear a slight undertone of
excitement in Stephanie's voice, and that helped to confirm my earlier imagination of her facial expression as I attempt to
comprehend the turnaround of what I'd thought Mary had said to her. "She says that you’re completely
worthy of my trust, and that I shouldn't hold back anymore, with you. Nick, Is that what truly happened?"

"Uh. . .well. . ." I say stupidly, still trying to switch tracks, "yeah. Yes, it is. I'm so sorry you can’t trust her after all. I’d truly hoped that you and she could be friends again."

Stephanie laughs lightly on the other end of the phone, and while I enjoy the sound of it, a pit
starts to form in my stomach, as a few thoughts seem to clink into place.

"You were testing me," I accuse, knowing already that it’s true, and feeling my anger rise, because of it. Here I am, refusing to manipulate others,
despite how easy it is for me to do so with my switches, and yet she turns around and does it to me.

"Please don't be mad at me," she pleads, and I feel her happy switch drop a little at my anger. "I needed to know that I can trust you, and now I
do."

"And if we’re together five years from now, will you test me again?" I shoot back at her. "Trust needs to be earned, not tested. I trusted you, despite the fact that you never want to be official with me." I know I’m being unfair to her. I have been sleeping around, and she really doesn’t
deserve my anger, but I hate being manipulated.

The irony of the situation isn’t lost to me. And the stress of the ßokoharms, my children with Vage, and even the other female aliens, all seem to come to a head right now. “With all of this lack of trust,
how do I know I can trust you?” The words are out of my mouth, and I know for sure, the mistake they are in saying it immediately, but it’s too late to take them back.

That one thought, that single word, [size=20pt]'manipulated,'[/size] crosses my mind, and I have to start laughing.

All of my efforts to refrain from doing it to other people, and here it’s happening to me. I suppose this is Karma's way of
payback for what I'd done to Tina, Nancy,
and Prof Jane, and I can’t help but laugh
at the irony of it all.

Still laughing, I hang up the phone. For a second, I debate on walking to Stephanie, or walking away.

Making up my mind, I start moving, ignoring my phone as it starts to vibrate.

Stephanie sees me coming, and I can see that she’s been crying. It’s still a bit of a shock to see her with her hair dyed red, and I wonder if she’s going to go back to her natural color, or not. I feel bad for causing those tears, but know I’m going
to be causing some more shortly.

Stephanie throws her arms around me as I get close, and starts to sob against my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Nick. I didn’t think you would be upset. It was stupid of me and I shouldn't have done it. Please, forgive me!” she pleads, and my
stomach sinks, but I have to follow through.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently
push her away.

"No, Stephanie," I tell her softly, "you did the right thing." She looks up at me with hope in her eyes, and I hate myself for what I’m about to do.

Maybe the ßokoharms will kill me, I think, and then I’ll be doing her a favor. "I haven't been faithful to you." I see the hurt start in her eyes, but I continue, knowing that I must. "You didn’t want us to be official, so we weren't."

"But. . .but I love you," Stephanie pleads with me, a split second before I feel her slap on my face. I know I deserve it, but it still stings.

"There's more," I say, deciding to come
completely clean with her.

"No, I don't want to hear it," she tells me through a fresh set of tears. She tries to turn and run away from me, but I’m not going to let her. I don't know why, but something in me wants her to understand. Stephanie is the one person that I can completely be my geeky self with; the one person that I don’t need to hide my love of anime and
sci-fi from, and can actually play a decent video game against. Okay, so to be frank, she’s probably better than me at games, but that only makes what I feel I need to do, all the worse.

"Stephanie please," I say softly, and those two soft word seems to stop her from walking away.

"Who—who is it?" she says, sniffling.

"Can we go somewhere private? I promise to tell you everything." She looks at me accusingly, and
I remember Mary asking me that same question not that long ago.

Silently she turns and starts walking. I hurry to walk next to her, trying to match her fast pace. I remain quiet as we walk, not sure what to tell Stephanie quite yet, but am trying to organize everything before we get to the nearest secluded place we find.


T.b.c[/b]

seungrin:
woooooow, i still can believe mhe a science student been glued to thiz story lyk madddddddd.. I am waiting for the next update lyk am waiting for my mango to ripe........sincerely i wish i had doz switches power lyk nich..i would have controled sMARTESTPOPQUEEN from here..........lol

like [size=50pt]Maaaaaaad?[/size] lolz!

Youngfalz:
QUEEN i dey follow u lyk bread nd butter

i appreciate it.

Oladim001:
SmartestPopQUEEN, you've made a mistake oo. How will Nick who is on phonecall see Stephanie smiling, abi is it part of what his switches do ni. My observation.

thanks for that observ. I really app it.

[size=50pt]cont....[/size]

[b][color=#007700]Mary isn't about to give up, though. "You know
Stephanie loves you, right?" The words delivered so matter-of-factly, seem to come out of nowhere.

Of course I suspect that she might care for me more than just a little, but the 'L' word is a bit strong. Isn't it? Thinking back to when she’d taken
care of me, after I'd been so exhausted from Vage, and everything else since then, I can see how
what Mary says might be true. Then I remember Stephanie actually saying the words to me, and
almost saying them one other time.

"How do you know this?" I ask. "Did she tell you?"
Mary looks down at her feet, while she fidgets before answering. "Well, no, but you can tell by
the way she lights up when you're around her. She actually DIMS when you leave. I swear it. If that isn't love, then I don't know what is."

"And you want me to use that love, so that she'll allow me into your p.ants, is that it?" I can’t quite keep the disgust from entering my voice. If I’m not going to use my switches to manipulate Stephanie, why would I use her love? Of course,Mary doesn’t know about my switches.

"You don't have to make it sound like a bad thing," she admonishes me, looking me fiercely
in the eyes again. "I saw how you looked at me the other morning. You want it, too. Don't lie to me. We wouldn’t be hurting her, but helping her.
Stephanie is my friend now, too, remember. I don't want to hurt her, but why can't we be together as well?" She takes a step closer to me, and places her hand on my chest. Her perfume fills my nostrils, and I can’t stop myself from
breathing in deeply.

Why indeed? She sounds so convincing; I almost want to believe it. Stephanie loves me, and as long
as she’s there, what would it hurt to help her and Mary to become closer? The added benefit of me
slipping into this hot woman isn’t exactly a hard price to pay. Almost. . .

"Thanks," I tell her, trying to be delicate about it for her sake, "but no thanks." It won’t do to piss
off Stephanie's girlfriend, and end up having Mary as an enemy. That’s a sure-fire way to lose Stephanie.

"I’ll wait for Stephenie to change her mind on her own. Don't get me wrong, I’d love to lay with you, and find out just how good you are, but I can wait. I won’t hurt Stephanie, and I can’t
manipulate her, either." Good, I think that’ll work. I’m wrong.

"How good I am? You can wait? Who do you
think you are? God's gift to women?" She’s yelling now, and despite how secluded this corner is, people are starting to look.
"Just because you've
got a monster cocck, and know how to use it, doesn't mean that every woman is just going to come crawling to you!"

I have no idea what just happened, but she turns around and stomps away, before I can think of anything else to say. A small crowd has gathered
while Mary was yelling, and they’re sniggering behind their hands at me; a few women even
giving my crotch an appreciative look.

Face turning beet red, I flee the scene.
I decide I'd better do some quick damage control, and call Stephanie up, but she doesn’t answer, so I
leave her a message to call me back as soon as possible.
I sense for her switch, and start walking towards her. I’ll be late for my next class, but this is more
important. Maybe if I talk to her in person, it’ll be better. Hopefully I’m in luck, because her 'happy'
switch is moving to the on position. Before I’m halfway to where she is, she calls me back.

"I just got off the phone with Mary," are the first words that come through the phone. Dammit, I
think, I’m too late. But why is she so happy?

"And saw that I'd missed a call from you."

"What did she tell you?" I ask, fearing that the other woman has spun some yarn about me coming on to her, and in order to save their friendship, she’s telling Stephanie about it. I never seem to know exactly what an angry woman
might do. For that matter, I never seem to know what any woman might do. I’ve seen numerous video game vixens go to extreme lengths to get revenge. Okay, so video games aren’t a great example of the average female (Tomb Raider, anyone?), but it’s the best I have at the moment.
It takes me a couple seconds to process what Stephanie tells me, however.

"She says that she tried to come on to you, and that you turned her away, because you care for
me too much." Stephanie say's and i can imagine a wide grin will surely be plastered on her face.


T.b.c[/b][/color]

[size=35pt]Cont....[/size]


[b]"Thank you! Mrs Stilinski" I shoot back, feeling much better.
Then I realize I haven't done anything for her. "Do you want me to. . .?" I ask, pointing to her.

"Oh, no thank you Mr Smith. I actually got off myself, so I'm good. But come back if you ever need to
relax." I promise her that I will, and leave her office feeling better than I have in days. I’m still worried about the bokoharms, but somehow I think
everything will work out in the end.

I have only one class with Professor Jane,
but it’s right after lunch, and I have another class
immediately after that. Prof Jane smiles at me, but otherwise treats me just as she does the other students. I wonder if she’s hoping for a
repeat performance, but other than a couple of sly smiles, she doesn’t act any different than normal, so I don’t try anything. Unfortunately (or
maybe it’s fortunate considering the few smiles the professor gives me), neither Tina nor Stephanie is in this class.

Tina had come by to see me the day after I'd gotten back from finding out the bokoharms are almost here, but nothing she’d been able to do,
could cheer me up.

How odd it seems now, that one blow.job completely out of the blue, can turn my mood around.

Tina had left saddened, and
disappointed. I feel bad for her, but I can’t tell her the real reason I’ve been so depressed.
I start to feel down again, just thinking about it, and am about to give her a call, when Mary calls
for my attention.

"What's up, Mary?" I ask, wondering what she wants. Stephanie is nowhere in sight, and I can sense her switch on the other side of campus. I
marvel at how I can feel my switches from even further away now. I really am getting stronger.

"I’m hoping to talk to you, if I can?" she tells me innocently; too innocently, if you ask me, as red flags wave in my mind. I remember what
Stephanie had said about this woman stealing her past boyfriends, and am wary. Mary is cute, and I know she has a fantastic body, but I have no intention of hurting Stephanie. I know I can use my
switches on her to have her, and make her forget, or even make Stephanie okay with it, but I’m still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating people with my ability.

Stephanie is the first woman to truly like me for me, without
having to use my switches on her. The fact that she is a geek like myself, is just icing to the cake.
I know I still need to practice with my ability, though, so I use it on inanimate objects, more often than not. I’m getting good at making them
quickly and easily, but I’m not sure how much my practicing is going to help. What good does turning on lights, starting cars, or opening doors do against a horde of bokoharms coming from their Sambisa to devour humankind? I guess it is slowly making me stronger, but still doesn’t give me an idea of how
to use my ability.

Mary clears her throat, and I realize I haven't
answered her. "Sure, what do you need?" I try to keep my voice level, and not sound suspicious of her. It won’t do to upset Stephanie's and Mary's
newfound friendship if I’m wrong about her.

"Can we talk somewhere a little more private? I don't want to discuss it out here where anybody
else might hear." I raise my eyebrow at this suggestion, even more alarm bells going off in my head. "It's about what happened the other
night at Stephanie's, and I don't want people to think I'm a s.lut." Well, that sounds legitimate
enough.

"Sure," I tell her, looking around. I see a corner we can stand in, which will allow us to see if anyone comes close enough to hear, while still
being public enough that I’m fairly sure Mary won’t try anything. A small part of me is thankful for
Mrs. Stilinski's blow.job; I’m sure to think with the proper head right now.

When we get to the corner, I see her grimace slightly, but she looks around, before saying
quietly, "I think I know a way that I can convince Stephanie to allow us to be together and no longer be off limits." I raise my eyebrow again, and she hurries on. "I'm not trying to steal you from her,
I promise. It's just that sometimes it's nice to
have a dicck in you, and while I really enjoy what Stephanie does for me, I want more. Who better than you? I know she trusts you."

Ha! I think. I know Stephanie doesn’t, else why would she be so adamant about what I’m allowed to do around this other woman?

"I don't know," I tell her uncertainly. It isn't that I’m adverse to the thought of fvcking this beautiful golden blonde haired woman, just that I
really don’t care to hurt Stephanie, who has done nothing but care for me, but Mary isn't about to give up, though.

T.b.c.[/b]

[size=25pt][color=#000066]Oh yea! Gently walks in through tha back door, drags a chair to tha very front row! Taking out my chilled_warm Maltina and doughnut. Takes a sip and a Bite! Ok. Ride on dude! Yu gat mha attention![/size][/color]

Prince and Aeontk. Yhu guys are.........ßluffing.......

PrinceOFprince:
no qualms Buddy. Just happy i could be of help by shedding some lights into this issue.

yhu call that shedding light? Yhu never cease to make me wonder if at all we are siblings Dickhead!

Prince and Aeontk. Yhu guys are.........ßluffing.......

[size=20pt]CONT.....[/size]


[b]Mrs Stilinski glances at me surreptitiously, before continuing, "But you probably don't want to hear
about how lonely it is for an old lady. Anyway, I went to see Doctor Darous, but he says nothing is wrong with me. In fact, he says that my body is acting like it’s almost twenty years younger.
Oh, here we are. After you, Mr. Smith."

I step into the energetic nurse's office, her hand on my lower back, and sit down where she
indicates. She grabs some alcohol and gauze, before returning back to me, grabbing a stool, and setting it between my legs. She cleans the cut on my hand; or rather, the blood from my palm.

The Wangers have already closed the cut for me.

Mrs. Stilinski looks astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubs
her thumb across where the blood had been.

"Huh, what do you know," she says in wonder. "The blood had to have come from somewhere.
. ." She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand are starting
to turn me on. When her light caresses turn into a hand massage, I finally look back to her face, and see her staring intently into my eyes. "It’s been so long since my husband died," she tells me. "I get so lonely, sometimes. . ." She grabs my other hand, and starts to rub it, and I know
instinctively what she is going for. I’m curious to see how far she’ll take it, without any action of my own. Even though she is sitting between my
legs, rubbing my hands, her eyes never leave mine, and I can’t deny that she looks years younger than she had before Xmas break. It looks like she wants something from me, so I give her a slight nod. It seems to be enough. "I know how stressful it can get for you students.
Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Finals are over, but
that only means you have a whole semester to look forward to more of them. Why don't you
take off your shoes, and lay back on the table?"

I do as she requests, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table, and laying back.

Mrs Stilinski takes my left foot in her hands, and digs her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It feels really
good to get a foot rub, and I’m soon relaxing to the older woman's touch. With all of the stress over the holiday break, and then learning that the
bokoharms are coming early. . . Well, this is just what doctor, or nurse rather, ordered.

"Just relax, and let me take care of you," she
croons softly. Taking my right foot next, she starts to give it the same treatment that the left had received. "You know, Mr. Stilinski and I used
to be swingers." I’m so relaxed at this point, that I just take the news in stride. I know where this is
going to lead, and think that it might be a good release for me.

"You wouldn’t believe some of the parties we used to throw." She’s working on my
calves now, and seems to be speeding up.

"Sometimes I’d have five or six men in me a night and even played with the ladies. Pvssy, lips, ccock, arse, I didn’t care, but you know what I like the most?" I shake my head as she starts to rub my thighs. "Swallowing their c.um." As she says this, she unzips my Cr7 pants, and pulls out my mostly hard ccock. She looks at it for only a second, before groaning, and shoving her mouth
as far down it as she can.

I moan as I feel my head hit the back of her throat, and then louder, when it goes in even deeper. No one has ever been able to truly deep-
throat me, as my girth is too large to fit down their esophagus, but somehow this talented older woman is taking me deeper and deeper down her gullet. She must have some phenomenal
muscle control in her neck.

Her skill is flawless. She takes me as deep as she can for a few seconds, pulling up for air while her
hand works quickly on my fully rigid member, then drops back down to take me into her throat again, humming as best she can. Every time she
pulls up, spittle connects her lips to my ccock, and it’s turning me on, like no other blow.job ever has before. It takes her a few bobs before her lips hit my pelvis, and a few seconds later, I lose control,
and start shooting my spunk directly into her
stomach. She continues to gag herself while I unload, and when I finally collapse back, she pulls her lips off my quickly shrinking ccock.

"Mmm, thank you," she tells me, making sure none of my semen has escaped her mouth. Her
talent is such, that none does. "I think you are sufficiently relaxed, now." She smacks her lips,
smiling, “And Doctor Darous did say that I need to add more protein to my diet.”

"Thank you! Mrs Stilinski" I shoot back, feeling much better.


T.b.c[/b]

[size=30pt][color=#440000]I appreciate all of yhu who voted for Refiner. As yhu know, in every contest, their ought to be a winner. Unfortunately We lost, buh we live to fight Another day. Congrats to the new Miss Nairaland.[/color] [color=#005500] LANICKY[/color]. Thank yhu guyz!


*cont*[/size]


It takes me all the lies in my head to convince Alice that, she hadn't see an alien ship abducting Loveth, and thankfully my sister is there to back up my story.

Loveth and I agree that my sister needs
to leave our mother's home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence isn't likely. Her first thought is
to come up and stay with me. When I point out that we aren't likely to be able to keep our hands off each other, and people will notice, and that Vage and/or Varand can pick us up easily enough
wherever we are, she decides to hitch a ride back home with Vage. That also allows her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the ßokoharms kill us.

My wonderful sister is even willing to let me
know (in excruciating detail) of the fun the two aliens and she has, as Vage and Varand take turns
incubating my un-hatched children.

Somehow I can’t help but think that I need to reevaluate my life, when I can make a statement like that.

We don’t fool ourselves, as we know that the odds are against us. The bokoharms have an entire fleet designed for battle, and we have a few ships that aren't intended for combat, but exploration and science. What chance does Earth have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with Loveth, I’m not certain that I’ll be able to affect that many at once. Everything just
seems too daunting.

The start of the new semester is today, and I personally consider it a bad idea to go. I need to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons.
This time it’s Loveth that does the convincing, stating that I need to act
normal, and like nothing is going on.
"Besides,"
she informs me cheerfully over the phone, "once we stop the ßokoharms, it's not like school is just
going to go away. You’ll still need your degree. . .
That is unless you've changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches. . . ?"

And so I find myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decide to walk, so that I’ll have more time to think. It just isn't fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they
return from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world’s not going to end in a
month. Was I ever that carefree, and ignorant?

Well, I guess I have Tina, or even the twins to talk to if I need to, but I don’t feel right dumping
this on any of them.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, and
concerns, that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, and run right into someone shortly
after arriving on campus.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize, giving the woman my hand, after I pick myself up off the snow- packed ground.

"Quite alright, Mr. Smith," the woman says in a voice I almost recognize. She looks slightly familiar, but I can’t place her. She’s an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather
attractive. She’s wearing a white smock, and so at first I think she might be part of the nursing
program. The only problem with that theory is that I don’t know anyone from that department, and I’m certain I’ve met this woman before.

Something tickles my mind, and I check for my switches. I’m surprised to find some in her:

'metabolism', 'skin elasticity', 'red hair', and 'slow aging'.
Who’ve I given those switches to? Thinking hard, I come up with the answer, as it finally dawns on
me. "Mrs. Stilinski?" I ask in shock.

"Have I changed that much?" she asks me with a smile and a titter, while she brushes her smock
off. "I've been feeling so energetic lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my
hair color, but it’s still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors can explain it, but I've been feeling so ALIVE!"

I can tell that she is indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she
talks. I can’t help but smile, thankful that my switches have helped at least someone out for the better.

Mrs. Stilinski is looking at something red on her smock, and then examines her own hands.
Suddenly she grabs my hand, exclaiming,

"You cut yourself. Come with me, young man. Let's get this cleaned out."
I try to protest, it only looks like a minor cut and the Wangers will take care of it soon anyway, but she is surprisingly strong, and refuses to listen to me. She chats the whole way to her office. "Ever since just before Winter break, I've had more energy, and the pounds just started slipping away. I’ve not felt this good in years. If only Mr.
Stilinski hadn't passed away some years ago. . ."


T.b.c. CONGRATS to Portugal and Cr7.

Hmmm..... This is starting to get more tense. Weldone prince.

There is fire on tha Mountain, and Slimmy doesn't seems to be on tha Run!. Gentle pls take it easy dude, just as yur name implies! weldone Oyinprince and Mr don.

Aeontk:
queen sef ah nor jt undastnd becos i comment for ya thread abi No wahala i don dey praise you since, yu come dey form vex for me. Cos i dey try make ya damn thread lively. I can fnd beta stories elsewhere *Hisses and walks out of thread*

ok. Thanks for dropping by. Buh, tha joke was way too far dude. Anyway, no Qualms. Friends for Life

Botaflica:
Hi Queen, i followed the link on voting this afternoon and at a point i was mentioning ur name but i forgot the Pop (i wrote something like SmartQUEEN). I am sorry for that mistake.

[size=40pt] No Qualms, man. Kindly re-visit tha Voting thread tomorrow to Vote Refiner. Please. Am begging. [/size]

donkross1:
Queen and Aeontk you guys should slow down. Queen I guess the poor dude was just joking, right Aeontk? We good yeah?



SmartestPopQUEEN of life.... How we dey do tomorrow na?

well, for all our sake's, he had better be kidding....... Tomorrow is our's ßoss. [size=30] Refiner all tha Way[/size]