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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 14 Jeri, Lisa and Jaimie parked the rental truck off to the side of the parking lot. Due to the shadows of the buildings, it was somewhat shadowy as well. There was the rush of wind and then Jaimie was with them. Lisa formed her avatar and Jaimie gave her an air kiss on either cheek. "How'd it go?' Jaimie asked after the greetings were over. "Why didn't you tell me my mother had become an alcoholic?" Jeri asked. "Because I didn't know for sure and if you went to see her it had to be because you had the self-confidence to face the consequences. Otherwise, you would have gone out of pity and feel even worse than now. You can't blame yourself for this. If anyone is to blame, it's me, because I left the stupid thing in its active state. In case I haven't said it enough I'm sorry. You don't deserve this," Jaimie said. "Oh stop it you two. You make me sick," Lisa said, "This is like a tornado, landslide or earthquake. Nobody caused it. Nobody could have prevented it and sometimes there's a silver lining that comes out of it for some people." "I agree with the Tinman," Trisha said, "how is my situation any different from yours Jaimie or Jeri? You could argue that had I listened to my parents and not dated that boyfriend and stayed away from drugs I wouldn't be like this. I'm not saying I don't have some responsibility for what happened but this was a disaster that I happened to fall into. It could have been worse. It could have been better. At least I'm alive to do something about my situation." "Okay, I'll try not to beat myself up too much over this. Are we all set?" Jeri asked. Trisha, Jaimie, and Jeri checked their makeup and for each other. Lisa just flipped on her hologram to look completely like R2-D2. Trisha made her face up to look like an exotic Goth. However rather than black for her eyes and white for her face, they used gold for her face and arms. They used a metallic purple around her eyes and lips. This blended with Trisha's bronze helmet. The chain mail shirt was molded around her breasts. Sleeves came to her elbows and the skirt was long enough to cover her vagina. Bandoliers carried the plastic looking swords, daggers, and half spears that hung around her. Also hanging from her hips were two pistols that looked like toy paintball guns. In addition, there were two bullwhips. As they finished hanging and attaching everything to its place, Lisa offered this word of warning, "These are supposed to look like toys. They are not. The paintballs are filled with knockout gas in the right gun and teargas in the left. The collar of your shirt has a gas filter built into it. Just pull it up over your nose and mouth. With your strength any of your blades will pass through a steel door and probably even through a block wall. I wouldn't go hacking at a metal column either." "Lisa this is a party. You're acting like we're going into battle against Aung or something," Jeri screeched in dismay. "Hey just because its costume doesn't mean it can't be authentic, besides you don't see Jaimie leaving her claws behind do you?" Lisa said. Jeri looked at Jaimie. Jaimie had on her typical jewelry. She was wearing a filmy thin toga styled mini dress with an open back. The material was so light that it peaked on her nipples. Her dream catcher hung as a pendant on a platinum chain nestled between her breasts. The effect drew attention to their fullness. Another platinum chain belt hung around her hips drawing the sides of the toga in and while raising the hem a little also emphasized their curve. Emphasizing Jaimie's legs were the silver-ribboned sandals that weaved up her calves. Jeri took in the whole effect and said, "All anyone is going to see is a living breathing angel. No one will know that she's anything else." "Thank you sweetheart and you look just purrfect yourself," Jaimie replied. Jeri stuck out her tongue at the pun, and said, "Thanks I think." She had spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to make her self look like a costume. What she finally hit upon was to put on some whiskers and makeup like a kitten's mouth with some fake cat ears. She had long gloves that made her hands resemble some paws. If someone asked, she would say, "Drakken used his morph gun on me. I'm looking for Ron so we can get the gun and change me back." Jeri was wearing the black Lycra spandex knit with little flecks of black glitter. It flashed but not blindingly so. Once again, she found that it was skintight. It molded to her body so that every bump and ripple from her nipples, areolas, breasts, navel, and spine showed in clear detail. Equally sharp in detail relief were the lines of her corset and thong. Therefore, she had gone commando and removed her undergarments. When the girls had finished the cleaning project at her mom's house Jeri had also taken off her black leather pants. Now she wore only the dress, her black boots, and a pair of earrings that Lisa had given her. "Here Jeri, you might want this," Lisa said, and extending a manipulator that held a small backpack style purse. "What's in here an atomic bomb?" Jeri asked sarcastically. "I thought about it," Lisa said without aplomb, "but I decided the laser beam in your lipstick, the grappling hook with range finder in the compact, and the stun and teargas charms on your bracelets were enough. Unfortunately, your earrings are just plain silver. However, I did put a mini camera in your pendant. I did put your body suit and glasses in here too." Jeri rolled her eyes. What was she going to do with Lisa? "Okay, Drop it, Lisa. Let's just go and have a nice time. We're just here to flirt and have fun. Later, we'll go home to Jaimie's place and talk about all the juicy boys and the slutty dresses we saw. And Lisa, no looking around people's insides, certainly don't say anything if you do." Trisha and Jaimie laughed as the quartet headed across the parking lot to the High School Gymnasium for the costume dance. Lisa was in the lead of their diamond formation. Jaimie and Jeri walked side by side and in the back slithered Trisha. When they got to the doors, Jaimie handed four tickets to the chaperones explaining to the girls how she got the tickets from an online acquaintance. The chaperones just waived them in while intoning that any alcohol, use of tobacco, drugs, or lewd behavior would have them ejected. The girls just continued to chatter excitedly. Lisa rolled in the doors, with all of her sensors on active scan. She didn't know why she was here and would rather be back at the factory working on her Bolo. She thought Jeri was being a little foolish about not wanting to have anything to defend herself with. Of course, Lisa realized she knew a whole lot more about what dangers were waiting in the shadows than Jeri could even imagine. So far though, other than the presence of alcohol and a few other intoxicants and the emerging life in a couple of young wombs she detected nothing remarkable. Her avatar looked as if she had a light saber hung on the sheer slit dress she always wore. She also had a chain that appeared to lead the R2 unit around. For Trisha the experience was D?j? vu. She had gone to a high school very similar to this one. She'd even gone to the dances once or twice. Yet at the same time, it was as if the high school was too small. She remembered how at the time it had seemed to be the whole world. She remembered how her friends and she had talked about it and life after graduation. In a way, it was like talking about life after death. In a way it was, after graduation she met her boyfriend Trax which turned her over to Torque. That had been the end of her innocence. She had a whole world of different experience now. Coming back to a high school dance was like traveling to make-believe land. It was a cleansing experience for her, a way to put aside some of the black stains that had tarnished her soul and become the sweet girl she had once been. Jeri looked on the experience with awe. It was her first foray into the world of high school teendom. She had just been about to enter that world when her life had been completely derailed onto another track entirely. Now because of her use of the box she appeared as a young woman on the cusp between a youth and an adult. It was how Lisa was able to give her an ID that showed she was an adult and yet able to walk into this dance like a high school girl. She had giggled a bit when she caught the stuffy principal staring at her outfit and the obvious extra breasts she was sporting. However, what had sent a little tingle up her spine were the little dagger stares of envy she was getting from the other high school girls at the entrance. They saw her outfit as brazen and seductive enough to steal their boyfriends. Rather than appearing freakish, it was attractive enough to warrant their jealousy. It gave her a thrill of confidence she hadn't expected. Jeri knew that this one night was probably the only Cinderella experience she might ever have. Jaimie nervously looked around as they went through the doors into the gym. She knew Larry was supposed to be here tonight. She was afraid of seeing him and of not seeing him. What would Larry think seeing her here? What would she feel if she saw him here with someone else? She knew that would be the case after all Larry was the darling of the high school right now. For the first time in fifteen years, their high school had a winning season and was likely to go to State. It was happening all because the last time Jaimie had an MAU she had been able to use a borrowed one for one time only and had done so on Larry rather than herself. Jaimie had turned Lara as Supergirl back into Larry as Superman. Several couples and groups of students seemed to filter aside as the girls processed down the hall and into the gym. They happened to enter the gym just when a song had ended. Students were flocking back to the walls and their little groups just as Lisa, Jeri, Jaimie and Trisha entered. Both groups stopped and stared at each other. In that moment, you could hear a hush sweep around the room. Who are they? Where did they come from? They're gorgeous. I'd like to get wrapped up in her arms. Is she supposed to be a kitten? You know she looks like Kim Possible. How does R2-D2 rate such a hot chick? "Jaimie? What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd want to come to this," Larry said suddenly sweeping up to them. He was dressed as a prince. He had a fake gold crown and long tailed coat with ruffles around the cuff. His black pants were baggy and tucked into the tops of his lace up boots. Trailing behind him was a busty girl dressed like a Barbie princess. She had a tall crown with lots of sequins and plastic gems. Her gown was made of a soft shell satin with tulle stiffening beneath the skirt. The bodice had a traditional princess cut with a scooped neck that displayed her full cleavage. Ironically, she appeared to have less elegance than Jaimie. Now she looked like she had swallowed an unripe persimmon. The rest of the people at the dance began talking and milling into their groups now that someone had identified the newcomers. Several were still talking and looking at the group that now included Kathy Brea and Larry Taylor. Jeri looked up at Larry with a detached amusement. It was clear to her that Larry felt nervous about the situation. Jeri didn't think he liked having the one person that knew all about him and could probably blow his cushy position at the party. At the same time, Kathy didn't like the fact that Larry was suddenly all concerned and solicitous over the breathtaking newcomer. Someone that he obviously knew very well and she knew nothing about. Trisha took one look at Larry and scoffed. Jaimie was too intelligent a girl for this guy she thought. Then she remembered her own experience and knew that it might take a while for Jaimie to come to her senses. Trisha decided to move over to the punch bowl and get something to drink. Lisa started to scan Larry like everyone else and did the equivalent of a hiccup. Her scans were stopped. She started painstakingly going through her scan routines and comparing the data. Once she realized she could see through the outer layer of clothing she started analyzing why she couldn't see deeper. It only took Lisa a few moments longer to realize that she was looking at a Kryptonian as Jaimie imagined them to be. Lisa became fascinated in what she was seeing when she felt someone knock her shell. She continued scanning while talking with the intruder. "So how does R2-D2 score the sexiest girl in the whole high school?" a teenage boy dressed as a Jedi Paduwan asked. "R2-D2 female she is. Emotions, her do not rule. Strong passion of the dark side is, young paduwan. Respect for all. Even droids is of the light," Lisa replied in a mediocre imitation of Yoda. "Forgive my exuberance, Master," the boy replied, "your beauty overwhelmed me." Lisa blushed this teenage boy was complimenting a hologram. She really was just projecting the image. It was an abstraction of how she might have looked without the Cerebral Palsy but it was not her. She wondered what he would think if he knew she was really a shriveled pickle inside the R2 unit he just kicked. "Youngling, you see only an image, a shell, you don't see the truth beneath," Lisa replied. "Teach me, master," the boy replied. Now he seemed earnestly sincere. Lisa was confused. "Your path, different must be," Lisa replied, "Your future, elsewhere is. Teach you, I cannot." "Why not? Offend you did I? Let me make amends, please," the boy pleaded. "Offended I am not," Lisa said, "honored by your request, am I. What you ask, possible is not." "Then dance with me?" he asked. Lisa was confused. How could she be so uncertain? This boy touched her in a way that was not possible. She checked blood chemistry, oxygen transfer, carbon dioxide removal, liver function and waste levels. Everything was at its optimum performance settings. She checked battery power levels, voltage, amperage, and circuit resistance. She checked magnetic field densities. Then checked software subroutines and the subroutines to check what she'd already checked. For the first time Lisa wondered if, having a body might not be a bad thing. Maybe a physical avatar at least that allowed her to touch and be touched by someone. Zero point three-six seconds after the request she responded, "Beings of light, we are. Not this coarse material you see. Touch we cannot but dance we may." Lisa followed the Jedi onto the floor with her Avatar. It was difficult but not impossible to recreate the image of her dancing with the Jedi boy by use of the mirror ball. No one seemed to notice they never bumped anything. Lisa was really proud of herself when things got complicated. "Hey, it's R2! He's so cute!" a few girls had surrounded the shell. They were dressed in fifty's fashion skirts or Capri pants. They were pink. One skirt was stenciled 'The Pink Ladies.' "I wonder who's inside?" "Do you think it's Kenny?" "He's such a dweeb." "It has to be someone pretty small." "I suppose it's Robbie." "Oooh, ask him to dance," "No way" "You ask him." "I heard her say, she's a girl," a deep quiet voice said. "A girl!" "Ewww! Gross!" "No way!" "Who said?" The boy nodded towards the two Jedi wannabe's. They frowned briefly at the way the white silk clung to the girl's breasts and hips. It was seductively simple. The cloud of pink ladies drifted away. "I can't believe you wanted to dance with it." "I still think R2-D2 is cute." "You know they have a point," the boy said, "You'd have to be small to fit in there." The boy stared at her looking directly into her optical receptors. "No comment, huh? No wait R2-D2 only speaks in beeps," the boy said, "How about one beep for yes and two beeps for no." "Is it really cramped?" he asked. "Beep, Beep" Lisa responded. "No? Well aren't your legs all cramped?" he responded. Lisa didn't know how to answer that question because the way she was configured now kept her from being cramped or having her legs all wadded up. She remained silent. "No response, then the question wasn't asked right I guess," the boy said. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter," the boy said, "But I was wondering who you might be. Do you go to school here?" "Beep, Beep," Lisa replied. "No, I guess I haven't met you before," the boy said. "Beep," Lisa said. "Well, my name is Luke," the boy said, "Oh that's bad, Luke with R2-D2 at a Halloween party." Lisa laughed to herself. Luke obviously had an interesting sense of humor. Where as the Jedi had this na?ve eager blond thing going which fascinated her, Luke had the dark mysterious cynical innocent. She realized that she was attracted to both individuals somehow. Luke had dark curly hair, with brown eyes, surrounded by silver wire rim glasses. He was wearing a blue coverall with a NASA patch. Hanging from a tool belt was a set of electrical tools. Also included were a calculator and a flashlight. She wanted to know what Luke was trying to portray. She extended a manipulator pointing at the patch and tools followed by a two tone pitch that sounded like a question. "Oh you want to know what I'm trying to be?" Luke asked. "Beep," Lisa responded. Lisa started a search for an explanation for her attraction to Luke and the Jedi Paduwan as she talked to Luke. It took her four hundred seventy five point three seconds to arrive at a working theory. It seemed like forever. Her mind had transferred intact to the unit. There were memories and even emotional responses attached with those memories stored in her brain. They may create an affinity for certain circumstances in the absence of some other directive or objective. Thus because she had no reason not to interact with these boys or any reason to resent them she was willing to be with them. Moreover, since they had initiated contact in a manner that indicated their attraction to her, she was agreeable. They also seemed to match a genotype that she found emotionally pleasurable. As she interacted with both boys individually, she realized that it engendered in her the same feelings of protectiveness and nurturing that she had for Jeri. As much as she had believed, she should not have emotions; it seemed that emotions were a part of the shell and Bolo brain that Jeri had envisioned. It was a startling self-revelation. Trisha stood next to the refreshment table. As big as she was, as a naga she ate less food than if she was a human. She suspected this was in part because she had a much lower body temperature or was even cold- blooded like other reptiles. She found also that her taste buds had shifted as well. Foods that she had enjoyed before now seemed unpalatable. Others that had been unacceptable were now desired. She did find that vegetables and meats were usually acceptable. Raw eggs were better than chocolate as a desert. Dairy or breads and grains on the other hand were totally indigestible. She stood munching a celery stick with Italian dressing on it. She was using the other hand to keep it from dripping on her or the floor. Her middle pair of hands were filled with a plate in one hand, a drink in the other. The bottom pair of hands were selecting vegetable sticks to put on the plate and putting more dressing in a cup to use. "How do you do that? That's the coolest Marilith of the Tanar'rii demons costume I've ever seen. Well, it's the only one I've seen but it's still cool," a boy said. Trisha turned to look at him with her celery still in her mouth, "Huh? Mmph," crunch, crunch, "Excuse me," she said. "Your arms and hands. They're totally cool. They move independently of each other. You make it look as if they are alive. It's amazing," the boy said. Trisha looked at him trying to think what to say. He was dressed as some sort of wizard. He didn't seem like the one in Lord of the Rings, or King Arthur's. He was dressed in a deep blue robe with a silver breastplate and blue jeans. Hanging from a belt was a foil and he carried a big tome. Slung from his back was guitar. He had a smooth tanned face with a goatee and mustache. His hair was a vibrant unruly brown and he had the bluest pools to drown in for eyes. "Most people just use string and hang something to make extra arms like the spider did. See?" he pointed at the girl dressed as a black widow. Like he described she had black tubes sticking out from her middle with string attached to them. Everywhere her top hands went the other's followed. Trisha felt like an idiot. They thought that no one would notice how she moved differently. Now this wizard offered an easy solution one that would have helped keep her from doing anything stupid like moving her arms independently. It did offer a suggestion though. "They're manikin arms on a frame. I have to pose them see," Trisha said. Then she reached with her top pair and adjusted the arms and hands that had stuff in them "So why the extra breast forms. The Marilith in the Dungeons and Dragons Manual doesn't have extra breasts," the boy said. "Uh aren't you being a little to intimate asking about my breasts? I don't even know your name. And what are you some type of wizard? What's a Marilith anyway?" Trisha responded trying to put this boy off a little. The boy had the decency to blush and then rushed on, "My name's Wesley. I am a bard, part adventurer, part-walking encyclopedia and part storyteller. From the game Dungeons and Dragons, a Marilith is a demon of the lower planes. Their torso and head have the appearance of a beautiful woman, which you are. They have multiple arms and the lower half is a snake. In the demon world, they are the generals and battle commanders because of their knowledge of strategy and tactics. However, they also have some of the best stats for ground battle. Between a dragon and a Marilith it would be a tough call as to who would win on the ground," the boy said. "I don't know anything about Dungeons and Dragons," Trisha said, shaking her head in a negative manner. "My appearance is patterned on a Hindu eastern mythological creature called a Naga. They were a creature cast from heaven to stand at the gates between this world and the demon world to keep the demons from coming to earth. They also would capture and cast evil men into the demon world." "Kind of like Cherubim and a flaming sword to guard but, I thought nagas had no arms," Wesley said. "It depends on the area and the legend," Trisha replied. In those areas near India, they were like Vishnu in their appearance. Some places depicted them as purely human except for a cobra hood around their head. Nagas were said to be very cunning and wise creatures." "Personally I've always liked snakes. They move very sinuously and their coloring is almost always a perfect camouflage. Many times, they're also some of the most colorful creatures. It's also amazing that they are some of the most shy creatures even though they are predators," Wesley said, "How did you create the snake body and how do you move?" "Uh, wire and paper mache' with some plastic chips. I've worked on it for a while," Trisha made it up on the spot. "It looks so neat. Can I feel it?" Wesley asked. "I...I guess so," Trisha responded. The thought of him touching her sent an unfamiliar feeling through her. She found herself feeling flushed. Wesley reached out and brushed the back of his hand against her hip where the human seeming torso ended and the snake's body truly began. Then he flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips across the different scales. "It feels so real. It has the same leathery sliding feeling of a snake. It has that dry sandy papery texture too. I love the burnished gold color. It looks so rich," Wesley said. Trisha didn't tell him that she literally had to concentrate to keep from blending into the background. She was so nervous talking to him like this. She had not talked to anyone except Jeri, Lisa, Jaimie and her parents since she returned. In fact, now that he had pointed out how obvious she was she really wanted to disappear into the woodwork. If he wasn't talking to her she probably would. "You really do have the best costume here but, I'll bet they'll choose the prince and princess since they're so popular," Wesley said with derision in his voice. "Hey do you want to dance?" with a return back to his normal exuberant self. "Uhh... I guess," Trisha found herself agreeing. She was still trying to get control of herself after his soft caress. Tremors had raced through her body like she'd never felt before. She found that she wanted him to touch her again and again. The song that started was Shakira's 'Whatever, Whenever'. The mid eastern exotic intro touched a chord in Trisha. She began to move for Wesley. She tried to position her arms and leave them there but she thought sometimes in the excitement of the music and as she wrapped herself around him, she probably forgot. Trisha shimmied, undulated, and writhed in a manner that made it often hard to tell where one end began and the other ended. She quivered, and jiggled to the beat of the music. Her dance was mesmerizing and tantalizing to those that watched. She didn't realize they had attracted a small crowd watching her dance until the music ended and there was a small splattering of applause for her performance. Now Trisha was really embarrassed. She wanted to hide again, started to let her coloring fade, and then caught herself. Trisha was grateful that they started a slow song playing. She said to Wesley, "I can't waltz." "No problem, neither can I. We'll do what everyone else does - just hold each other and shuffle a bit," Wesley said. Trisha put her top pair of arms around Wesley's neck. She put her middle pair around his waist just like he did to her. The third pair she decided "What the hell," and placed them on his butt. Since he had on a cloak, no one could see what she did with her hands. She pulled him close into an embrace. Wesley whispered into her ear, "I've never been this close to anyone before. I've never met anyone that excited me like you do." "You say that to all the girls you dance with. I've heard it before," Trisha replied. She smiled so that she took the sting out of her comment. She did like the way his chest pressed against her breasts. Her top pair of hands began playing with the tendrils of his hair at the nape of his neck. She toyed with them like they were silken threads to twist and brush through her fingertips. "No I don't. I hardly even go to the dances and I haven't gone on a date either," Wesley said. "You're the first girl I've ever felt comfortable talking too. I guess it's because you looked like a Marilith and I knew about those from D n D and I also like snakes. I guess I thought we had something to talk about." "Wesley relax. You're just caught up in the moment," Trisha replied. Trisha realized that she was caught up in the moment too. Wesley felt exquisite against her. Her breasts were pressed up against his breastplate, which seemed to be made of tin foil as opposed to polished steel. She was happy with that because she could feel his pectorals as well as his ribs. Further down she could feel something else that excited her. Her middle pair of hands was strumming along his ribs and his back muscles. Wesley was hard and she realized it was because she excited him. Her emotions were bewildered. Her passions were causing her to do things she shouldn't, like now. She realized that she was rubbing herself against his hardness. Moreover, she was kneading his ass with her lowest pair of hands and pulling him into her. At the same time, Wesley was stroking her skin just below the hem of her chain shirt. If he kept pushing it up he was going to expose her mound to his shaft. She needed to get him under control. "Trisha, let's go outside where we can talk? It's too hot and loud in here," Wesley asked. Trisha agreed. When they were outside, they found a secluded spot shadowed by the buildings and the trees. Even the building security lights didn't shine into this corner although they could see the light on the walls. Wesley folded his legs into a lotus position. Trisha coiled herself around and then lay with her head in his lap. When they were settled Wesley said, "Trisha I really want to see you again. What do I have to do?" "Wesley, you don't want to get mixed up with me. You really ought to be with someone like that Princess," Trisha replied. "Why would I want to do that? I'm not interested in her," Wesley said. "Because Wesley, if you spend any time with me it will screw you up for the rest of your life," Trisha replied. "Kathy may have an attitude but she's still a normal girl." "Kathy uses people to get what she wants," Wesley said fervently. "Grades, wheels, votes, whatever it is, if you have something she wants then she comes after it just like a snake for its prey. She uses her body as a commodity. Every boy that isn't a virgin has dipped his wick with her and even a few that were until she got a hold of them." "Including you?" Trisha asked. "I don't have anything she wants;" Wesley said, "besides I'm a virgin. I don't want for my first time to bed someone to be with someone who has slept with every guy in town." "You can't want me then," Trisha replied. Wesley's announcement of his virginity just alarmed her even more. Maybe if he had more experience he could adapt to her strangeness. "Why not? You make me feel special and you appeal to me in a way I'd never thought possible," Wesley countered. "Just believe me Wesley. You don't know anything about me or my life," Trisha said, "It's better if you stay away. You make me feel special too." Wesley's hand reached over, brushed her hip, and across her waist just below her lowest pair of arms and breasts. "Then why can't I see you again?" "Wesley," she moaned, she bent up and twisted so that she was facing him and kissed him. Her tongue darted in to taste him. She could feel his heat and feel the rapid beat of his heart. Her left lower breast pushed against his stiffness. "If you truly knew about me, you'd run screaming away," Trisha argued. Her heart was racing. She could feel the moistness of her opening. She really should leave now. However, he made her feel warm, wanted and comfortable. Trisha wasn't aware Wesley's hand had slid up underneath the hem of her chain shirt until it brushed across her opening and just grazed her clit. Her tail straightened as a tremor raced down to her tail and back up. Wesley continued to kiss her passionately. His one hand roamed across her body. Wesley fell back on the grass and pulled Trisha down with him. She lay on top probing with her tongue as their lips locked to each other. His tongue explored the feeling of hers and pushed back towards her mouth. His hand roamed up higher and cupped a breast squeezing gently. His fingertips brushed a nipple and another ripple shot from her opening through her body. "Trisha," Wesley moaned, "You're beautiful no matter what you say." Trisha didn't realize what she'd done until it was done. Two hands held Wesley's shoulders. Two hands supported her above him. One hand held Wesley's stiffened shaft and the other held his fly open as she humped forward and dropped her vagina over his shaft. She sighed, a light sweet sound of bliss, into his mouth just as she felt Wesley groan into hers. "Oh No! What have I done?" she thought but Wesley was pushing back against her and bumped her clit with his pubic bone. Tremors raced through her as she groaned, "Harder! Don't stop!" Jaimie looked at Larry and Kathy together. He held Kathy's hand without thinking about it while he looked shocked at Jaimie. "My mom's been urging me to get out and see people. My friend Jeri and I made a deal and so we wound up here," Jaimie said. "It seemed a night that would be easy for us to blend in." "Jaimie, you don't blend in anywhere. You're too distinctive to blend in." Larry stated. "Really? I took extra care with my wings just so people would notice," Jaimie said, "I suppose it's easier to blend in with a crown and a coat instead of a cape and tights." Jaimie's wings spread and lifted up to their full spread. Larry's jaw tightened. "Watch out, you're knocking my crown, Bird Brain," Kathy shouted. "Come on Larry let's go dance." She drug Larry out onto the floor and began interrogating Larry regarding the dramatic interloper. Jaimie and Jeri moved off into a corner near the locker rooms. Jaimie lost it almost immediately. "Oh Jeri," she cried, "He acted like I was going to make a scene. It was like he thought I was his enemy." "Go ahead, Jaimie," Jeri tried to comfort her, "It's okay to cry. Honestly though he doesn't seem that impressive to me." "I agree," a boy said. Jaimie and Jeri looked over to see two boys standing next to them. One seemed to have a Blade thing going with the long dark trench coat and black pants, and glasses. The other was dressed similar to a doctor or scientist. He had a white lab coat, glasses, a pocket pc, and a digital meter of some kind. "Here use this," the lab coat said holding out a white handkerchief. "I was always told that only bad people or those that do bad things make angels cry," the Blade guy said. "That would make our handsome prince, the evil prince." "No he's not evil, just disappointing. I...I had some unrealistic expectations," Jaimie said. "Like what?" the Blade boy asked. "Thinking he'd be happy to see me here. Maybe somehow I might look good enough to be here," Jaimie replied. "I have scientific proof that you are the two most beautiful girls here. You were right in thinking you should be here," the science guy said. "What proof?" Jeri asked. "My survey shows that one hundred percent of the people surveyed think you two are the most beautiful girls here," the science guy said, "Isn't that right Dave?" he looked to the Blade guy. "Sure Wayne. I saw the results myself," Dave said. "Who did you survey?" Jeri asked. "Students from the school," Wayne replied. "How many students?" Jeri asked. By now, she and Jaimie were smiling. There was something really amusing about these two. "Two, but highly qualified to comment on these things," Wayne responded. Dave added, "Yes, they've been at this school forever." "Who?" Jeri asked. "Well, us of course," Wayne replied. She burst out laughing and still wiping tears away Jaimie also laughed. Jaimie asked, "So why are you so qualified to know who is beautiful?" "Because we've been rejected by every beautiful girl in the school, at least once. So we know who they are," Wayne answered. "Yeah and therefore we know when someone is prettier than the others. You know I think angels are much prettier than princesses," Dave added. "Yes princesses are highly overrated," Wayne agreed, "Especially those attached to egotistical football prima donnas." "Yeah you know Larry was a total dweeb. Last spring he was voted most likely not to graduate. This year it's like he's everyone's favorite student. Straight A's, athletic, rugged but handsome, I don't get how a guy can do that over the summer," Dave said. "So how do you know Larry?" Wayne asked. "We met over the summer," Jaimie replied. "Oh so how did he go from zero to hero in two months?" Wayne asked. "I didn't know he was a hero," Jaimie said. "Ever since he joined the football team. In a scrimmage, he drug twelve guys ten yards and then collapsed. Ever since no one's been able to stop him when he runs," Dave answered. "Single handedly he won the first game." "And every game since then," Wayne filled in, "to the principal, the coach and anyone not already a jock he's a hero." Jaimie nervously chewed her lower lip. Had she created a monster? Was she going to have to do something to stop Larry's sudden popularity? Should she? "So what happened with the evil prince?" Wayne asked. "We dated a little, nothing serious," Jaimie answered. Jeri snorted. "We could avenge you by going and doing something like spilling punch down his front. We'd offer to do more but it would be easier to stop a freight train," Dave said. Jaimie laughed, "No that's okay. You've made me feel a lot better." "Well in that case will you dance with us?" Dave asked, "You owe us one. So you can't reject us. And we can say that every beautiful school in the girl rejected us but the two most beautiful." Dave and Wayne both held out their hands gallantly. The two girls looked at each other shrugged and then walked out to the dance area with the rest of those dancing. The song was a slow dance and Dave pulled her tight against him. She put her arms up around his neck like the other kids and started to sway with the music. Jeri discovered that because of her experience at the Iron Spike and the Corral that she knew more about dancing per se than the kids at the school. At first, Dave's hands were up on her waist where they belonged. She was enjoying the sway of his body against hers. She loved how his shirt just brushed the tips of her nipples. Then she felt his hardness nestled between her lower breasts. She found herself teasing his bulge with her lower breasts. It was sending tremors through her body and causing her to get very wet between her legs. She could feel the moisture on her thighs. Finally, she said to Dave, "I promise to let you keep your hands if you take them off my ass. I also promise to stop teasing you if you let me have a drink to cool off." Dave moved his hands back up where they belonged, "I'm sorry it's just you felt so nice." "So did you but, I'm afraid you're going to pull my skirt up and expose my bare bottom and get me kicked out of the dance, which would make me very angry," Jeri said with a smile into Dave's ear. She imagined she felt Dave's cock give a lurch with that statement. After the slow dance, they all got something to drink. The next slow dance Jeri was with Wayne. Wayne asked, "So did you use breast forms or what to make it look like you were... You know." "I'm not going to tell," Jeri teased. "It's so... I can't feel a seam like for makeup or something. It's really good," Wayne said, he was rubbing Jeri's ribs with his thumbs. "I think it's really good too," Jeri replied. She brushed against Wayne's bulge. "So is this how you made Jaimie feel better." "No I just told her that when she was finished pining over the evil prince that she could come see me and I would polish her wings for her and fly her over the rainbow," Wayne answered. After the slow dance, the girls went to get a drink and freshen up. Just as soon as they entered into the room, two more guys asked them to dance. Larry looked across at Jaimie as she danced with the two dweebs, Dave and Wayne. They were in the science club and were confirmed geeks two years ago. Now they were dancing with Jaimie. Larry clenched his jaw. He saw how Dave started to slide his hand between the openings of Jaimie's shirt onto her back. He started to go over and pound the guy for getting fresh with his girl. Jaimie however stopped the hand before it got too far. They were talking. Larry had forgotten how beautiful Jaimie was especially under her clothes. She hadn't changed at all. His X-ray vision had confirmed that. She took his breath away and she brought back memories. Some of them were painful. Some were exquisitely beautiful like holding her close to him with nothing but space and stars around them. He looked down at Kathy who he realized he was ignoring. It was wrong of him to treat her so after all she was his date. He was the one that asked her to go to the dance with him. He couldn't help comparing the two and somehow Kathy seemed like rusted tin to Jaimie's polished platinum. Why hadn't he talked to Jaimie? He hadn't talked to her since those two Agents had come by. He was going to go see her. Another guy, someone else entirely was dancing with Jaimie now. Even with her wings folded, she seemed as graceful and beautiful as a falcon. Her hair was put up, stacked on top of her head like some Greek goddess. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled at the guy she was dancing with. She hadn't smiled like that for him, ever. Could he make her smile like that? Larry realized he was listening to them talk. "I'm home schooled," Jaimie replied. "Don't you miss not seeing people?" the boy asked. "I miss a lot of things sometimes," Jaimie answered, "but the school doesn't have a course on advanced quantum theory using differential equations and chaos theory." "You're studying quantum theory? What's that?" the boy asked. "Subatomic particles," Jaimie answered. "Oh. I like you're earrings. Where did you get them?" the boy asked. "A little unusual box. Not from around here," Jaimie said. "They're cool looking kind of Native American like," the boy said. "Larry, Larry! You're not listening to me!" Kathy said pulling at Larry's coat. Larry looked down and frowned. He was being rude. "Look, let's just go," Kathy said. "Nothing's really happening here." Larry just nodded. Kathy was fuming and he knew it was because of what he was doing or not doing. He was not giving her the attention she demanded. He just didn't care. Normally he didn't mind that everything had to be about her. She looked good next to him and she would put out enough to keep him happy. It's just he knew he could never fully let go with her. He would kill her if he did. Larry was ready to go. He needed to get somewhere where he could think about things. Jaimie watched Larry and Kathy leave together. She wondered why they would leave so early. The judging hadn't even been announced yet. She frowned wondering what they were going to do. She'd known he was watching her. It had bothered her but it also had meant that maybe she did mean something to him. Now he was gone and somehow to her the room grew just a little dimmer. Jaimie was dancing with someone dressed as a Knight in Shining Armor when the lights went out and the doors blew inward. Target laser sights flashed across the room and bullets sparked and ricocheted off the brick. Jaimie saw a group rush into the room from the several doorways into the gymnasium. One of the beings swept a girl aside into a boy. Together the two students collapsed unmoving on the floor. In the dark filled room a voice rang out over the speakers in the stunned silence, "Everyone lay down on the floor. Anyone who does not do what we say will die. We are going to keep you here for a while." Crying and whimpering, and some sobbing filled the air in the ensuing silence. The students began to whisper to each other. Jaimie expected the emergency lighting to come on with the lights in the room out but the room remained as dark as a cave or the depths of space. Jaimie looked towards the stage as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A being stood on the stage. He was tall with legs and arms too long and thin for his torso. She saw the creatures face and gasped, "Scyllards!" She bit her tongue to keep from screaming out. "No it's not, Jaimie," Lisa's voice whispered in her ear. "Look again." The creature had a more pointy snout with rows of sharp pointed teeth. The eyes were vertical slits like the Scyllards and it had scales but where the Scyllards looked a lot like man shaped and sized lizards this creature seemed more bird like. It seemed to have hooks at the ends of its four fingered hands. It had a reversed knee joint and walked on the balls of its feet. The legs arms and chest looked heavily muscled. It had no tail. Jaimie's breathing slowed a little. "What are they then?" she whispered very softly. The creatures were hooting and whistling at each other. She watched as all but five left the gym. Four guarded the entrances while one stood at the stage. "They appear to be some type of saurian being. I'm attempting to decipher their language. They're using conventional human firearms though," Lisa replied. Trisha lay on top of Wesley feeling him against her. He was caressing her back and sides. Occasionally he brushed a breast or a nipple sending aftershocks rippling through her body. He would then kiss or nuzzle her hair. His warmth kept her basking in an emotional glow. "This is really what you are, isn't it?" Wesley stated. Trisha stiffened and nodded affirmatively without looking at Wesley's face. She was afraid of what she would see there. "How did you get like this? I don't think you were born this way," Wesley asked. "I wasn't. I don't really want to go into it," Trisha said. She was trying to get ready to say goodbye to him. "So when can I see you again?" Wesley asked. "I know you aren't at school but you must be from around here." Trisha prepared to answer Wesley and was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire and the screams of people at the gym. Trisha removed herself from Wesley and shot off for the gym. "Wait for me!" Wesley called to thin air. Trisha had moved so fast she'd almost vanished. He tried to get up and struggled to get his pants from his ankles. He nearly fell over twice. He was sure she'd get hurt and he didn't like that thought.