Time to leave, but there's no reason to go home.

I was tempted to go for another round, though my body no longer seemed to scream for it. This proved pointless though. I couldn't wake either of them up from what looked like being stoned out of their heads. They mumbled and moved a bit, but that was it. If what I breathed in their faces WAS a ****, I didn't want to overdose them.

With a disappointed sigh, I slinked back out the window. Dawn was a good ways off though...I could have more fun if I wanted. Perched in a tree and no doubt looking like a monkey off the Discovery Channel...that was strangely blue...I thought about who I could go after next. Then I remembered her. The girl who's body made me realize I was bi-sexual. With a grunt, I began to head for her house.

Her name was Sarah Bennet...my age, maybe a year ahead, my memory was fuzzy on that part. I was in middle school...yeah, she must have been a year ahead because it was her last year and I had one more. I wasn't held back until high school. It was gym class...where else would a girl's bi-sexuality be realized? We were getting changed and she dropped something, bending over. Oh DAMN, that ass! My eyes were glued to those fucking cheeks. The urge to just rub against her like a dog humping your leg was overwhelming. I resisted for ONE reason. She was a fucking BITCH. A fucking cheerleader bimbo bitch. ...but a HOT one. And I'll be damned if she didn't catch me staring. ...I think that was the very last time I cried in school. How could I not? Calling me out...refering to me as "Ms Dyke" for the rest of the year...

By high school I had accepted what I was and flat out told her when I saw her again that I'd do her and her boyfriend too...'course afterwards he'd be MY boyfriend. That shut the skank's mouth...for a couple days. But then she went right on back to it. While I had been afraid to overdose College Boy and his bedmate, Sarah would make for a fine experiment. It was a good thing it was such a comfortable night out. Everyone had their windows open, including the stuck up skank in her room. As I slipped into a room (I couldn't tell if it was hers) I realized that my body wasn't just moving on auto-pilot like it was when I started. I was in control now. Good...I wanted to enjoy this.