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“Oh, hello May,” Susan said as she saw me looking at her. That snapped me out of it. I just walked away from Kiki and I thought that we were the last ones on this floor, never mind this part of the building. “Are you going down?” she asked before stopping to brush something off of her shoulder and then right breast. “Yeah,” I answered as I tried to sound normal. “Great. I’m done too. I’ll go with you,” She stowed something before going to get her broom. All brooms had to be returned the cleaning supplies room downstairs before leaving. I tried to think of a way to pass the time until I was by myself. I really needed some alone time. As we turned to walk down the stairs, I knew what to talk about. The reason we were now naked. It was a valid topic of conversion. I then realized that I was alone. I had stopped and she was now ahead of me. As I was about to catch up with her she stopped, but my mouth kept on with its mission. “I never expected them to go along with Kiki’s ...

To cut down on the molestation attacks happening in random places and on unwilling girls, boys, women and men in this small city near the coast, a society was formed. A unique society of volunteers that spread and grew and formed by word of month until they had to inform the police of their existence and their activities. Once a few rules and concessions were made by both parties, designated cars on trains and special buses on all lines were created. They were marked by the transportation company, but never advertised.  The society believed that both parties in their activities would be more reluctant to participate if it was that widely known about and posed the slight possibility of being arrested. Eventually patterns were formed and time tables were altered, when possible, to take advantage of these actives. In the morning it was mostly high school students and a few office workers of the society that were found facing  windows and doors as they wanted to be p...