27 Reasons to Enjoy Ligh (Story in Progress) -- (Author) JoNathan3

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 20, 2014 at 4:35 PM
Content: -This story will most likely contain more fantasy/fiction then your average story, will be everything a first time story attempts not to be, and contain diapers and their rightful purpose. There will not be vampires, but it doesn't make the story any less realistic. - (Name is --> 27 Reasons to Love Ligh) ( sounds better lol )

Eagerly, lethargically, and with out any care in the world students filled in the class room around me, everything seemed all to normal, as if I what I expected, was everything college turned out to be: just an over glorified version of high school, only created to pull money out of my pockets.

The class sat silently for a few moments waiting for the professor, as the wait got longer whispers became louder and conversations echoed throughout the room. I was to busy trying to count the seats between me and the young lady to my right, counting down my isle, and up the row to the right, and down again, 27 was the number.

Maybe I was a bit of a creep, but I was never that good with asking for names, numbers, or pretty much any personal information, and chances are I would never get a chance to ask her, but at least if I heard her name some where, or actually manage to start a conversation, I wouldn't seem completely clueless.

While Justifying this to myself, the Professor had slipped into the class room and broke the sound barrier between all of the students with out saying a word. The whole room was silence, and that number I just counted didn't mean anything anymore, in front of the class room was a lady no older then myself, but very much a lady. Laying down the Professor Edition of the University Physics book, she begin to introduce herself.

In sign language! ? ? ? ?

I tried to keep up, but it was like trying to talk in moors code, even knowing the code I was unable to follow how quickly she spelled out her name, while following with a gesture of rubbing her right palm gracefully over her left, she turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk and begin writing, the notorious F=MA and following it with a defining statement about Newtons second law.

The whole class room was taking notes, something I have never seen before in my life, or even heard of, and I found myself writing down each law, and definition and she wrote in on the board, spite the fact I already knew all the material.

Before I knew it she finished the third example, and underneath the problem she drew a solid line half a meter in length, grabbed her book, and left the classroom before anyone could even think to say a word, then the silence broke, in a resounding question, “What was her name?” It should have been a rhetorical question, because no one out of the 70 people in the classroom had an answer. Finally after what seemed like an eternity a student stood up and left the class, and the class room begin to empty in unison , all dazed by the performance we just witnessed.

I quickly realized that I was walking behind the young lady I was interested in before the professor had walked in, and just as quickly as she disappeared from my interest, she had now returned. I briskly walked to catch up to her, not sure what I was going to say

Almost stuttering for words, I manage to squeeze out “So what did you think about that?”

She looked at me, and very seriously answered “27” and smiled.

I was taken back realizing that was the number of desk between us, how did she know?

“That was what the professor said in sign language before she greeted us and begin writing on the board”

I wasn't sure to be relieved or to be worried, it had to be a coincidence, there is no other explanation, but why would she say the number 27?

“Hmm I wonder what it meant” I asked

“Not sure” she answered very shallowly and half shrugged half waved as she turned the corner to her next class.

The day continued, everything was slow, and boring, every class had a syllabus, and the professors preached over them, expecting everyone to read what was basically the “term and conditions “ to the class, some simple, others with complicated point systems, that made no sense what so ever, but one thing they all had in common, they were set in stone, and you had no power or say in changing anything.

After 2 seconds passed for every second on earth, I finally made it to my dorm room, pretty darn exhausted.

My room mate had beat me back, and was already studying his major was completely different than mine, and to be honest I didn't even know his name, the school just paired us up because I signed up to just get a random room mate, friendly as I was, I never had an issue with anyone, besides bullys in my past life.

“Hey Jo-an” he said

That kinda irritated me, my parents must of wanted to give me a tough life putting a silent “n” at the end of my name... but I smiled anyways and just corrected him

“Joan , the n is silent” I cracked attempting to bring a smile to his face.

“Oh, I thought Jo-an was a weird guy name” he chuckled and said, “well the n is not silent at the end of my name”

That really did me no good, still unable to recall his name, I am sure I read it somewhere but really just don't remember at all.

“Ah, I didn’t think it was” I hesitated a moment “ If it was it would sound weird” I followed.

“yeah Brandoooo would sound a bit stupid” he sounded in a higher voice.

“So what you studying” already filling pretty comfortable around him.

“Just some stupid rules about literature, didn't know their were so many fallacies to writing”

I laughed at his remark and continued are discussion, he was a English major who had never taken any college level English courses in high school, but always wanted to be a writer, oh and he also was on the football team at the university, with a full ride, I didn't notice at first because his XL shirt hid his body, and sitting down he didn't seem to large, but that night getting ready for bed I realized how lacking my “toned” frame was, I didn't say much, but I have to admit I was envious.

As I drifted off to sleep I could only think about the day after tomorrow, I wanted to know, what 27 meant. I thought to myself, perhaps I will sit one seat back or one seat forward, then decided that was just nonsense no way the number had anything to do with the 27 I was thinking of .. and eventually I found myself waking up to a very loud room mate getting ready for his morning workouts.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 20, 2014 at 9:40 PM
Content: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Ligh -

Startled by the clattering of pots and pans, I slowly begin to gain consciousness as I smell food cooking .. and thought to myself why are there pots and pans.(students don't have stove in the dorm rooms.)

Leaning up, I look over towards the corner of the room, that acts as our kitchen with an oversized mini fridge and a small sink with 2 cabinets underneath. First thing I notice is that my room mate has an electronic heat pad for cooking and not only is frying eggs, but on the other pad boiling some ramen noodles, that I am pretty certain he got out of my survival box.

Noticing that I was looking his direction, he loudly states.

“Sure hope your hungry nerd, gotta fuel that noggin or I will have to get a new room mate”

“Oh yeah Beef Noodles and Eggs, cant beat that for breakfast”

“Better than going to the caf” he loudly responds, which I knew nothing about, being a freshman I had yet to actually go to the cafeteria, but I will take his word. He has probably been at the school all summer playing football.

I looked down and realized that it was a quarter till five and decided to lay my head back down while thinking to my self … Why is the baboon up so early?

“Hey chump, don't fall back to sleep, or I will have to eat this myself”

“That's fine” I said almost dozing back off, but before I could make it back to neverland, he threw a spoon at me, saying “I can't eat all this, or I will never start unless I switch to right tackle”

It only took me about a second to long to realize it was the spoon he was using to stir the ramen noodles. I panicked trying to get away from the spoon before it could do any more damage, and being to sleepy to realize it was already cooled off, I found myself on the floor looking rather stupid, but fully awake. I stood up, grabbed the spoon and threw it in the sink, and in attempt to push the heavy atmosphere away from my clumsiness I asked “So what position do you play”

“Tight end, I think I told you last night?” he said in such a way to question if he had.

“Yeah you did, just forgot” I stated , while rubbing the back of my head, maybe my brain needed some friction to get it going.
“So why do you get up this early” I asked, remembering he didn't have to go workout till 7:30

“Was just about to get to that” pausing for a moment

“I need to get faster, and train my hands, you mind helping?”

I hesitated at first, trying not to be rude..

“I am not that good at football, I played in high school, because it was kind of the thing to do, and never started, just was a back up receiver.” I said hoping it would save me from having to get up every morning at the crack of dawn. However that didn't seem to change the question. He finished the last egg and drained the noodles and looked towards me, waiting for a response. I have to admit I am just not good at saying no.

“I guess but I cant really promise anything”

Before I knew it, I was outside in gym shorts, shouting out cadences and throwing him bullets that resembled dying ducks, he seemed okay with it, telling me that almost every pass gets interfered with before it gets to him, and that my awful spiral was perfect for practice. I wasn't sure if he was just being nice, telling the truth, or maybe he was really just that happy to have a practice partner. In the end, even with him relentlessly asking if I was getting tired or sore, we kept going for quite awhile after sunrise.

“You sure your arm isn't sore?” he asked as we walked into the building.

“Yeah man, don't worry about it” I said as I moved my arm in a full rotation slowly, perpendicular to my torso, and right as I got to the highest point and was about to begin the rotation again, there was a loud pop, that completely caught him off guard.

Laughing a bit seeing him startle I explained “I am double jointed, so I have it pretty easy when it comes to that kind of stuff”

My “Your almost late” alarm sounded off on my cellphone, as I suddenly realized it was 7:30. Quickly I made my way to the shower when I stopped short realizing that Brandon had less time then myself. I asked him if he wanted to go before me, but as I said it, he walked pass me towards the hallway door.

“Wont do me any good, I still have to go work out” he said while opening and shutting the door behind him.
I only had 2 classes today, Calculus and Music appreciation. Calculus passed pretty quickly again with the syllabus but a little bit of math with the classes lasting longer on Tuesday than Monday, and on my way to the Music department I noticed “27” walking in the same direction, I was a bit ahead of her, so I slowed down and met her at the corner of the building she he just left, and it must have been my lucky day, because she was going to the same class as me, but as I looked around so was about 60 other freshman that I probably saw the day before. Bringing up the day before I completely forgot to ask for her name, and failed to realize that I had done so till right after the class was over, and she had already left the class room. I rushed to catch up, how far could she go, I was sitting right next to her, with there only being one exit to the building I knew I could catch her.

I left the building and looked both directions, and kinda stood on the steps of the building froze as the crowd around me moved out, with none of them who I was looking for, disappointingly I sighed and decided everyone had already left and that maybe I just missed her in the crowd. I probably stood their another minute trying to figure out why I wasn't moving, then realized I had forgot my bag, I rushed back towards the class hoping no one had kid napped my expensive books, not thinking about my surroundings I cut the corner towards the class room, almost fast enough to be running, right as a student walked around the corner, and before I could stop, or move aside, I had completely knocked the poor girl over. I had to turn as white as a ghost after what I just done.. and then something caught my eye.

She laughed laying on the floor, and asked “Looking for this?”

Only then did I realize she was holding my backpack, I was to occupied looking where I shouldn't of been, and I am glad she didn't notice, because she probably would of never talked to me again, because it would of completely made me look like a pervert, and probably would of really embarrassed her in the process. She had an obvious wet spot on her underwear, which caught my attention in the first place, but it was probably from me almost knocking her out.

I reached down, and offered her a hand up, at the same time she realized the side of her skirt was underneath her, and she quickly grabbed my hand and pulled herself up, her face turning bright red in the process.

To change the subject for the speechless victim …

“I am so sorry, I forgot my bag and was rushing back to get it.”

“Its alright” she said sheepishly while looking down, I had to come up with a way to indirectly convince her I knew nothing about her incident.

“So uh.. I am Joan, and you?”

“Ligh” she said looking down, still.

“Huh, no really it is” I said in a questioning voice.

“Everyone says that” she says and began walking away.

Then it hit me.. her name was lie.. or sounded like lie.

“Wait , I am sorry” I said and rushed next to her.

“Your name , is it Lie?” I asked

I don't know if I have ever seen some one smile as large as she smiled, and I am not sure if she was laughing at me, or just that happy I got her name right. One thing was certain, after today, any confidence that I had in understanding other people, for whatever reason it may be, was completely gone.

“Yeah” She said, not losing the smile while making eye contact, then she poked me right in the center of my forehead, and said

“27”

Giggled, and skipped away.

Leaving me completely speechless.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 21, 2014 at 3:21 AM
Content: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - The Professor with No name. -

I felt as if I didn't sleep any at all, before I woke up to the same clutter of pots and pans.... and Brandon was at it again, breakfast at 5 AM. I quickly moved my blankets to cover my general commandeer, who was standing at attention underneath my boxers, waiting for the chance to be the next source of embarrassment. I leaned up and waited for a few minutes, and jumped out of bed to give Brandon a hand. The morning started with eggs and pancakes versus beef noodles, but with out syrup or butter, it wasn't anything to special. We lost track of time again working on routes and before I knew it football players where walking out of the building headed towards the gym, Brandon tossed me the football and headed off towards the gym, and so kindly reminding me not to be late to class as he headed towards the gym.

I manage to get to physics before most students,yet Ligh was already in at her desk, and didn't even look up as I walked to my seat. No seats were taken besides her yet, but paranoid that the teacher may of actually signed “t-w-e-n-t-y s-e-v-e-n” I walked towards the desk I sat in on the first day. I noticed their was a sticky note on the desk behind mine, pink star shaped to be exact, and on it in large bold numbers “27” was written.

“Did I miscount yesterday?” I asked myself, and begin counting the chairs, discovering the char at the end of the isle over had been moved over an isle. There was only one thing to do, I got up and moved back a seat, and went to place to pink star in my notebook, when I noticed something on the back side. I flipped it over to find the letters “gh” side by side on the back part of the star. I placed it on the back page of my notebook, and begin to theory craft the possible meaning behind “gh”

Ghost Hunter... Seventy Eight... Gnome House .. Girl Hot.. Great Hips... Gorgeous Hair.. nothing I came up with.. really made sense.. and the more I thought about it.. the more the words became adjective to describe Lie, finally I gave up and took out my physics book and waited for the professor to arrive.

After what seemed like a very long wait, the class room filled up, and the professor just as late as the first day, walked into the class room, but this time the class room was already silently waiting. I was again captivated by her, she wasn't the most beautiful teacher on the planet, but she was very pretty, very young, and something about her just sucked you in. She smiled and did a small semi sorta curtsey like gesture, and started to sign something once again. I noticed a few students writing down the letters as she signed them, and I did the same, expected to get 27 as a result, but the first letter wasn't even a T, and I missed a few letters between, so all I had on my paper was Drghn.
The first thing I noticed was the “gh” and begin connecting it to Lie and 27, when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned towards my right to see the guy pointing to his paper, at the name Dr.Eghton and whispered, “my cousin cant speak.” I smiled and whispered “thanks” as all my ideas I had floating in my head suddenly seemed silly. However, that still left the question, how did she know I counted the desk between us?
The class went on as normal Dr.Eghton performed in front of the class, speechlessly with just a piece of chalk and black board, but somehow for her it was all she needed, finally she finished writing out a definition, and ended the sentence with a long bold dash, turned around grabbed her book, and just like last time, walked out of the room leaving everyone in silence. Then someone spoke up Breaking the silence, saying “Dr Egg-ton” almost as a question.
“That's what I got” said the guy next to me.

A few others agreed, but some guy in the back, said “I say we call her Professor No Name.” a few people laughed, and quite a few people said it out-loud to themselves, including myself, and something about it just sounded right. “Yeap sounds good” I said, as I got up to leave the classroom.

On my way out I noticed that Lie was actually still sitting down in her desk , just looking at her notes, and that all the desk around here where filled with guys, most packing up their bags, but made me kinda jealous, I don't know why, but I was, I wanted Lie, and now I had to deal with all this competition, so I decided to stop and wait for her, and walk with her to the next class.

However the longer I waited, I realized people started filling in the class room, and she was yet to move. Maybe she was avoiding me, or maybe her class was moved to this room, I ended up being late to my next class waiting for a chance to talk to her, but she never moved, and the morning ended with both Chemistry and Psychology homework, followed by a 2 hour break before Physic's lab. I stopped by the cafeteria for lunch, and it wasn't nearly as bad as I expected it to be, not really sure what the meat loaf was made of, but it wasn't half bad, most of the food was edible, with the only exception being fruit salad, that I found a very long black hair in.

I decided to go explore the campus as I waited for lab to start, and found the campus had a very large media room, filled with TVs, gaming consoles, a couple nice looking desktops, with no mice or keyboards, and an antique looking pool table. The room was filled with people, mostly guys, with a few girls here and there, either with the guys or at the front watching TV. I called next at the pool table, to only be told by one of the players, that I have to call next after Andrew, no biggy I thought, but then I found out Andrew had next after Michael, who had next after Levi, who had next after Jackson, who had next after Liam, who had next after Phillips, and he had next against the winner of the current game, that just started. I was 1 game away from getting to play, and the players had been stuck with less the 4 billiards left on the table for almost 10 minutes, when I finally decided I wasn't going to get to play, and headed towards lab.

I got their a few minutes early, which was starting to be a trend, even though I really hadn't made much of a effort to do so. Lie was not in this lab, she is always early, and with 3 different labs for this 1 class I figured she had lab on another day, which was good, I would get a chance to either let her cheat off me or I could cheat off her, that is a win win to me. I walked to the far side of the room, and pulled out a stool from underneath the lab desk and sat down and and begin reading the hand out waiting for lab to start.

Around the 3rd page of the lab hand out, the sound of chalk moving across the board pulled me back to reality. Looking up at the board as Dr.Eghton finished writing out “Professor No Name” on the top of the board, she turned around smiled, then turned back around, erased the word professor, and replaced it with “Doctor” in red chalk, again turning around and smiling. She held up the lab in 1 hand, and raised 2 fingers with the other, and then placed them at the top right corner of the page. She put down the lab, turned around to start performing. Much to our displeasure the performance ended after 1 example, a few equations, and dark bold line, with 60' written above it.

She pointed at the clock and left the room, I noticed I didn't have anyone sitting next to me, and everyone else already had partners, guess I was on my own today, I am sure I could probably join some other group, but that's the same as giving 2 other people the same grade as me, so I just started the lab on my own, about half way though the hour, I was almost finished,when she came back with Lie, who was directed to sit by me, and then she just left.

“Oh now you show up” I said sarcastically thinking she was late

She looked a little annoyed then said, “She just ran into me in the hallway and asked me to come in here today instead of tomorrow.” “I was in Thursday's lab.”

“I see, well thanks for coming, I thought I would by all by myself today.” saying it in such a way to apologize for sarcasm.

Still annoyed she said “Bleh, She sent out an email about 20 minutes ago, saying she needed 1 more in here, because someone switched to Thursday lab, due to some lab combining the Thursday and Wednesday labs”

“So you came over here because of the email?” I asked.

“No, had I known about the email I would of walked around the building on my way home”

“Isn't it faster to walk around anyways?” I asked.

“I needed to use the restroom, so I just walked right in, and before I could even make it to the other side of the building she found me and guilt tripped me into joining this lab.”

“What so bad about Wednesday lab?” I asked

She just kinda shrugged, and started doing the math part of the experiment, which was all that was left outside of cleaning up the water I split on the counter while getting the volume of the wooden blocks she gave us. With out ever pulling out a calculator she did all the math in the time it took me to finish cleaning the table wrote her name underneath mine, where I noticed it was actually spelled Ligh and dropped it into the box at the front of the room, and left, all with out saying a word. I had gotten pretty use to the random escapes, I was pretty sure she wasn't happy she got suckered into being my partner.

I was leaving the building when I heard a really sharp and high pitch “Hey” from behind me. Thinking I was alone, I jumped in sync with my mini heart attack , and turned around .

“Hey” I said questioning the empty hall way

“Over here” Ligh said , some how managing to sneak in front of me.

“I thought you already went home” I said, surprised to see her on the wrong side of the building to be going to her dorm.

I some reason was attracted to her, but really didn't know why, she looked like any other average girl, I just couldn’t figure It out, as we made are way towards one of the many exits in the building, giving up I asked her :

“So how do you know about 27”
“What do you mean?” she asked.

But before I could even begin to explain I was stopped dead in my tracks, as the light shined though the glass doors, reflected off the floor, in such a way, that made Ligh look like someone from out of a fairytale, Her hair ,more strawberry than blond, almost turned into a golden brown color, as it whipped around her back. The freckles became like beauty marks, and every bit of exposed skin seemed to glow. Her hazel eyes seemed to turn blue/gray and reflect all the beauty of all the sky.

Then it all ended as she stepped towards me, asking
“Anyone up there” while poking my forehead with her finger.

Speaking faster then I could think I replied “Your not wearing make up”

“Should I?” she asked

“I just noticed you wasn't , I think you look great” I said trying to not outright say what I was really thinking.

She seemed happy with that answer, and started walking towards the door again, quickly back to her own little world.

Catching up to her going down the steps of the building, I asked again “So how do you know about 27”

And she smiled and said “ I was going to ask you the same question.”
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“So you knew too?” I said , stuttering out of excitement.

“No” she said under her breath, as she froze and looked around.
“I mean yes I knew” she said in a higher voice

Her face grimaced for a moment,

“Damn NoName!” she angrily cursed , almost a whisper, but I heard it.

“What is it I asked” she sat there silently for a couple of moments.. then put her finger on my forehead.

“27” she said with a fake smile, and turned around to skip off towards her dorm.

I watched her wondering if I said something wrong, as she skipped away.

Then suddenly she stopped, grabbed for her stomach , her legs collapsed inwards. She started moving her arms to the side to regain balance but to no avail. She started to tilt backwards, landing on her bottom with her hands out to the sides on the ground.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2014 at 8:20 AM
Content: Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Beyond the plane

At first I just stood still taking in what I just witnessed, then began walking towards Ligh not entirely sure of what happened. I cautiously looked around, thankfully there was no one to be seen anywhere, turning back towards Ligh, I couldn't help but notice that she had some how also escaped my sight.

I stood in disbelief, after what I just observed, the whole planet just became empty, and Ligh had vanished in the time it took me to check behind me. She skips fast, but there is no possible way she made it to her dorm in such little time. I kept walking towards her dorm, I wasn't even sure what room she stayed in.... how hard could it be to find her?.. I picked up my pace with almost every step.

I heard someone whisper the word “Stop” almost falling forwards as I did so.

After regaining balance, I started to look around, but saw no one, I fill I am crazy, turning my head to check behind me yet again. I see nothing, so I begin slowly taking a step forward, when I started to fill something grasp around my leg, and before I could look down to see what it was, I had already been pulled to the ground.

“Sit” she said, as I felt her press, her finger against my forehead.

I started to open my mouth to ask a question, to no avail. Decided to look around, but it felt like my head was stuck to her finger, and no mater how hard I tried, nothing moved, Besides closing my eyes because, I was afraid wouldn't be able to open them again I tried every movement possible. I sat unable to move as people would walk right pass us. My imagination was going crazy, It was almost as if I could fill them, so much so, I could mentally picture them as they walked passed, yet I couldn't actually see them. Finally after countless students passed, the sun finished it slow graze over the horizon, In the longest, unromantic way possible.

Then, right as I could no longer fill the pressure on my forehead, my eyes blinked, and after what seemed like an eternity I regained the ability to move. Lifting my hands to rub my eyes has never felt so nice, after a little bit of work, I looked up to see the outline of Ligh become more and more visible as my eyes dilated in the darkness.

“ I told you to stop “ she said, as she looked towards my crotch. “Now look at you”

Only then did I realize I had wet myself. It must of happened while I was unable to move, I tried to recall when it happened, but could not. I touched the side of my damp blue jean shorts in disbelief. They were cold, but almost dry, so it had been awhile since it happened, and thankfully it was quite unnoticeable now. Remembering how this all started in the first place, I looked back towards Ligh with questions written all over my face.

“Do you believe in magic?” she asked
“Not really.. I mean before a few hours ago, I would of denied it could ever exist” I said, even though I was questioning myself in the process.

“Good, ” she smirked
“If you was naive enough to think it did, I was going to tell you I was a wizard from Hogwarts”

We both smiled, but it was still silent, I waited for an explanation.
{ WARNING --> Far Fetched Logic ahead, just skim over it , Someday I will be able to make the story flow better }

“Do you have that note from this morning?” she asked me

Turning red, I reached for my note book to get out the sticky note that she wrote on. Then put my notebook down and held out the pink star shaped sticky note.

“Now what?” I asked

I watched her finger as it approached my forehead,

“look” she said

I wasn't sure what to expect looking down at the pink star. But I guess I expected something a bit cooler then just her name“Ligh”. She removed her finger from my forehead, and just like that the first 2 letters of her name disappeared, leaving only the “gh” once again.

“Make sense?” she asked

“Is this because I was spelling your name wrong?” I asked remembering that I had been spelling it wrong.

“It was, but do you understand how it works?” she asked again

“No, is it magic?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm, unable to figure out the trick.

“No” she said very sharply, making clear that she was irritated by the way I asked.

Spite being fueled by the irritation in her voice, I still could not come up with a way for this to work, maybe it is a illusion, or was it just a special sticky note? Then how could her touching my forehead cause the sticky note to change? No.. it can't be an illusion, but what else could it be? no ideas seemed to make sense, I was missing something really obvious.

“I give up” I said and waited for her response.

I could hear the triumph in her voice, after the small victory, when she began to explain

“Our body is mostly water, and when I touch your forehead your brain resonates to the sound waves that my ears pick up. When the brain has access to these sound waves, you can sense.. the 4rth dimension?” she paused then asked “does it make sense now?”

“Kinda” I said, but not really understanding it at all.

She slowly moved her hand up to the side of her face, and pulled back her hair, revealing that her ear was far from normal. It rose almost to a point at the top, and was slightly taller than normal, and revealing that she didn't have any piercings, with out regard to knowing I was going to question if it was fake, she grabbed my hand and placed it against her ear, I ran my fingers down the side of her ear filling the cartilage underneath, everything about it was real, thinking about all the stories I heard of elf's as a child I began to zone out...

She moved my hand away from her face, blushing, I wasn't sure how long I had my hand there, but I was speechless.

“There is not many of us, we are human, and none of us really like being called an “Elf” (making air quotation marks with her hands) We don't work for Santa and obviously we are not all short , but I am the tallest female that I know of”

“Any reason why?” I asked ..

“ I mean, like.. why so few?” I pondered full of genuine concern and curiosity

“I'm not really sure, but in the pass people were really judgmental and my family has a really ugly start... ” she abruptly stopped for a moment, looked down her shirt , let out a sigh, then continued

“The story is that some dying old man had an affair with his grand daughter a really long time ago. The old man died clueless about the pregnancy and to top it off the grand daughter was mentally ill and really sick herself. Somehow she ended up giving birth. The baby was going to be given away at birth, but no one would take him, because he was born mutated and blind. His mother lived long enough to teach him how to beg, and against all odds, the blind beggar learned how to walk, talk, and ended up having 2 children of his own, but he didn't even have a name.”

“He then fell in love with the Mayors daughter, because she call him Simon, and the two of them ran off together, Sadly, years later he returned to the town with only 2 twins, after leaving them at someone's door, he was caught and was hung for the kidnapping and murder of his own wife, because his name was Simon.”

“Then about 200 years later , when looking for evidence to convict a lady for witch craft, her pointy ears got brought up in trail, Someone connected it Simon, who must have been a witch, and it had to run in the family, and that was all the proof people needed.”

It was silent for a couple seconds

“So I guess growing out their hair to cover up their ears didn't help them to much ” I asked

“Yeah, it was just plain stupid, I will never ever understand how people could think like that.”

“So how do you know all of that is true?” I asked

“It is a story passed down generation to generation, I think it has a lot of truth to it” she said

"That's quite a bed time story" I said.

“Actually, its only told if it has to be" she said

"Like my mom was waiting hoping I would be able to grow up normal, but one day I noticed she had the name Simon on her arm, and my Dad's name was Mike. I remember asking her about it, but I don't remember what she told me. Basically something along the lines of : wait till I was older. At first I was really scared because I would catch my mother crying really frequent. When she told me, I realized she just wanted me have a normal life , but I was already far from normal.”

“ Eventually I begin to hate my life, my ears were getting big and ugly, and my parents wouldn't let me get a hair cut, and to top it off..”

She paused as she looked down, reminding both of us how this conversation began..

“I was having accidents during the day, but that's another story”

I didn't want to ask, but I was curious, and I couldn't think of anything else to say. Almost as if to cut me off she placed her arm out so that here forearm was facing up, and touched my forehead once again, I felt the letters form on her forearm, spelling out the name “Simon.” When she pulled her hand away from my forehead the letters did as well , like the sticky note from before.

“At age 12, my mother taught me how to move to the other dimension, as a way to hide, and on my 13th birthday, she branded the name Simon on the Top Eln of my forearm.”

“On the Top Eln?” I curiously interrupted

“Its one of the 6 half planes that exist in both 3rd and 4rth dimensions” she answered

I have to look completely clueless trying to figure this out..

“what?” I asked unable to come up with a better question.

“There are more then 6 half planes in the 4rth dimension, but only 6 of them overlap with the 3rd dimension, because of this, if you can access one of the 6 half planes, you can see the other 5. The access points are known as Elns, and are not visible to the naked eye, but can still be seen by touch. You don't really see the name on my arm, but your brain perceives it as if though you do, but that can only happen in planes that overlap with what we can see. Our brain is unable to interpret anything beyond the overlapping areas."

She finished, as she broke off a handful of grass from the earth.

“So, then how did you move me earlier?” i asked

Moving her finger towards my forehead again, and dropping the grass on my lap in the process...

“When I touch you, the water in our bodies allow for vibrations to resonate between us, its very small, as your limited by my touch"

“Huh?” I asked

Again she reached for my arm this time placing my hand over her forearm right on top of the invisible name. I felt a chill run down my spine, as I felt the letters underneath my fingers, even though her skin had no visible marks. I sat their dumbfounded I was touching her, but why couldn't I see?

“Don't try to comprehend it, you can't” she said, noticing my confusion.

Don't try to comprehend it??? How could I not? She just showed me when she touched me I could see, but If I touch her I can't .. what changed?

Grabbing my attention, she pressed her hand up on my chin guiding my eyes into hers, and said with the utmost concern.

“ You can see everything I can see, but I can hear and feel beyond what you can see, there is really no way for you to understand, it is that simple I promise. My dad almost drove himself crazy trying to understand me and mom" "it's not worth driving yourself crazy over.”

“Why tell me of all people?” I asked hoping it was not just coincidence.

Playing dumb she answered “what do you mean, you almost kicked me earlier, I had to do something!”

"Sure you did" I said, as I collapsed backwards on the ground.

It was quite for a minute or two, and she was still sitting up, so I reached forward and grabbed the back of her pink netted vest, and pulled on it lightly. She turned around, and with an awkward smile she shook her head no.

“Come on” I pleaded, biting my tongue after I realized I was being completely oblivious to her condition, as my pants had dried long ago and the cent of freshly cut grass covered up up any foul odors lingering in the area.

She just sat there, with out moving, and I really felt like a jerk, if anything I should be going to her dorm room and getting her some fresh cloths...

But, then she let out a really deep exhale, and quickly leaned back, catching her head in her hands.

“This is lame” she said laughing

“ A little bit” I agreed but I was happy

“Not the stars silly” she said “ me”

“ nuu-uh, your super cool” I argued

“Oh yeah, because cool girls have accidents?”

“Well, guess that makes me a cool guy then” I fired back

“So about the accidents, you said its another story, does it have something to do with being..”
– I barely cought myself before saying “elf”,
“ uh your family?” I asked.

She looked over at with a smile “Elf” .. “You can say it”

“Just remember those are from German myths, and santa's sweat shop, and that I'm real”

”It really is a dumb story, and should of never happened” she said

“Life gets everyone” I said trying to cheer her up,

“Not today, I mean my pass” she said, looking away from me before her face could turn red.

“Its late, my brain stopped working” I said trying to defend myself.

“wait, when was it working?”she jeered , but continued before I had a chance to respond

“When I was 5, I had a teacher who started doing inappropriate things to little boys in the kindergarten bathroom”

“I don't know why, but all the boys thought it was normal a couple of the boys started talking about it around me and a other few girls. We told the boys it wasn't fair they always got special treatment, and in the end,the teacher found out we knew, and added us to her routine, thinking it was fair no one said anything.”

“It only happened during bathroom breaks, the teacher would stand in the bathroom and watch you go at first, but over time she went from watching, to harassment, and I was scared what was next, so I stopped asking to go the the bathroom.”

“I would sit in my desk, and hold it in as long as I could, trying to make it to lunch or home, but that almost never happened.”

she let out a deep breath as she continued

“None of the little kids knew to say she was doing it, we all thought it was normal, and when my dad and mom would ask me why I was doing it, I would just beat around the bush, not on purpose, I just thought they knew and thought I would be in trouble for not doing it.”

“Finally I think my dad figured it out, but not wanting to say it, and unable to find a way to get me to say it, He talked my mom into sending me to a child's psychologist. It took almost 2 weeks to get me in, with my parents calling multiple clinics a day and asking for if anything new had came open. Thankfully on my first visit, the psychologist manage to pull it out of me, and there was no kindergarten the following week.”

“But, I didn't heal up as fast as I grew, and it was a struggle to just make it to the bathroom. Then in the 2nd grade I had my first real growth spurt and every time I would begin to get the urge to go, just as quickly as I could try to hold it, the urge would vanish and I would keep doing what I was doing and complete forget I needed to use the bathroom, until hours later .. when suddenly I would fill a sharp pain.. and yeah”

she stopped for a moment..

She pulled out a old looking stop watch from under her shirt, that was running, now at the 5 hour mark,
and holding it up she continued

“I got this when I was in the 3rd grade, and every time I felt the urge to go I was to press the [start] button, this helped me and my teachers keep track of my bladder, and saved me from the only other option”

“Now I am 18, and when I press the start button sometimes I don't even have that” her voice starting to crack as she said it.

“My doctor told me I was legally incontinent, and it would only get worse..”

After a couple deep breaths she squeezed out “I was in the 8th grade then”

“I told mom, and stopped going to the doctor, I knew the stopwatch wasn't really working anymore, and in middle school I would be late to every class, and even still had to use bathroom passes daily.”

“When I turned 13 I was always able to hide in corners, you know really hide, till my mom came and got me, or my dad which was always a scene”

crying, and laughing at the same she continued

“He would come into girl bathrooms, shout something like “I got a ding dong, no peaking” and if that didn't give away my location, his boot always found me, there is no telling how many bathroom walls his boots have kicked looking for me”

“What if he actually kicked you?” I asked

“He did, many times, it was my own fault though, he knew what corners to kick first, to give me enough time to tell him to stop, only when I was being a selfish little brat did I end up with a boot flying to my side”

“Isn't that like child abuse? I teased

“hah, I guess it was, but it gave us something to laugh about on the way home, and any day he actually had to kick me to find me.. was a day I needed something to laugh about”

It was quite, we both knew that the story was just a tangent , of the line in life that she was stuck on.

“so almost 6 hours ago was it?” I asked

“yeah, I was headed to the bathroom when no-name stopped me. With only a few minutes left for the lab knew I was fine, but you made me forget....”

-Cough- “I made you forget???” I asked

“mmhmm and untill I felt it(the stop-watch) against my chest going down the stairs, I wasn't sure how long I had, but I thought I could at least get far enough way you wouldn't have seen it happen”

“I didn't see anything” I joked

But she was silent...

I moved my hand , now asleep across my body, and pushed myself up off the ground towards Ligh.

“I wouldn't do that” she said grabbing for her stop watch

“Does the watch come with a tazer ?” I asked as I moved my leg over her legs, then my arm over her body, so that my body was completely hovering over the top of her.

“No, but I caught a cramp about 20 minutes ago, and your in danger being to close” she said smiling.

“Oh I am in danger?” “Maybe I need to get some protection?”
Her body stiffened from the shiver that rand down her spine at just the word, as she closed her eyes, followed by turning her face away and leaving me just hovering above her.

I looked down at her , not sure what to do... or what I could do...

My body lowered slowly as I descended the worlds toughest push up, and then I whispered softly

“Elf” ...waited.. again, I whispered: “twenty seven”

I kissed her neck, respecting her decision to turn away, while laying my head on her chest.

I could fill her already begin to take in deep breaths as she fell asleep, so I closed my eyes, and listened to her heart beat.

Thump thump 1....thump....2...3..4....5.....5.......6 . . .

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 23, 2014 at 4:59 PM
Content:

bambinobaby said:

So, I was lost quite a bit in the last chapter (and I consider myself to have at least SOME mental capacity). The plot of the story is quite engaging, however, and I truly feel the connection between elf, er, Ligh, and Joan. I like the addition of the roommate. The though of having to wake up at 5am makes me tired. While there are some grammar and word confusion mistakes, the overall story is quite an enjoyable read, and I look forward to the evolution of the relationship between the two.

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Yeah, sorry about that, I can't figure out how to write.

Its worlds like "I felt" or "he jabbed" or "I asked" or "she said" and many more, that have this pass tense feel to them, and I can't find a way to remove them from my writing. I know as I try to come up with a way to do so, I am probably punishing my readers with horrible grammer errors, but it really does bother me.

I want the person reading to feel as if it was happening as the read it, not like they are reading some kid's journal or something, I read other works for inspirations, but I still can't quite figure it out.

I spend most of my work on a chapter re writing over and over, trying to come up with better ways to say something, and in the end I read it later and I am like .. NO NO NO NO NO.. and change it again lol, it really is an art, and I have a much greater apperciation for those books I didn't read in highschool.

sexereader said:

I absolutely love this story, the only thing I could think of which could use some work is you organization. Oftentimes I find myself rereading a few lines because something new shows up without introduction. Perhaps some proofreading could solve this. It also seems to lack a natural pace to the story; there are a few places that could use an extended break, which would do a lot for the organizational problems throughout.

Overall the story is wonderful; I can't wait to read the next chapter! Keep up the good work!

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Thanks man, I have learned that I am just not good at writing stories yet

However, believe it or not, I proof read, normally at least 3 time. I just know what I want to say, and put the words their mentally.

Maybe once i finish the story and go back it will be easier controlling pace, and organization.

Or maybe their a nack to it, that I am yet to discover

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 23, 2014 at 11:58 PM
Content: Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Mission impossible

The warmth spreading down my body slowly brought me back to the world I had slipped away from. Somehow we had swapped positions and she was now sprawled out on top of me, with her head on my shoulder and her hands positioned awkwardly on my sides.

“Hey” I said nudging her head with my chin.

Regretting doing so as I felt the final surge of warmth completely drenching my already wet pants, somehow she was still asleep.

“How does your room mate not now?” I asked rhetorically out loud, trapped underneath her body.

Rolling over seemed like the only way out, I quickly moved her hands between us, and rolled over, her head bounced into the ground, reminding me where my hand should have been. I waited for her to wake, with 1 arm underneath her and the other to her side. After a moment or two I pulled my arm out from underneath her and slowly stood up. My shorts, heavy enough to not have been cut off at the knees, clung to my body. I reached for my phone, but it was dead and I had no idea what time it was.

How did we fall to sleep in this condition I asked my self as I attempted to pull my shorts off my skin, but it did no good, the denim would just return to the same position once I let go. Then it hit me, we had no way to get back to her dorm, with out more then just her room mate knowing. I almost felt sick, she feel asleep knowing no matter what she was busted. I knew then waking her up wouldn't solve her problem. I sat in the grass beside her, surprised campus security hadn't chased us away, but then again, maybe they were scared to. I couldn’t imagine what I would do as a cop walking up on us, but I probably would walk away feeling really really awkward.

I remembered earlier today when I thought she was trying to avoid me, but now it all made sense. I couldn't imagine what it would be like, even worse if we got caught. So I started coming up with ways to try to sneak her into her dorm, but nothing could possibly work, no matter what she would have to pass the front desk to get in this late. With me living in Kreed Hall, named after the “legendary coach” K. reed, aka the Football Hall, maybe I could get her in my dorm without to many questions. I see football players bringing girls in all the time, I just needed to get in with out getting busted, and there was a pool across campus that I could use as an alibi

I carefully picked Ligh up, it was a struggle and I am glad she was asleep, if she knew how hard I was trying she would probably wouldn’t eat for days. It wasn't horrible at first, but my arms kept getting weaker and weaker. I made it half way to the dorm, before I had to stop and rest, laying her on the ground my arms turned into jello and there was no way I could lift her back up.
“Wake up” I nudged her, trying not to be to loud, but she was having none of it.

“Ugh” I groaned, filling sick at my stomach with the idea of giving her a piggy back ride. It would be a lot easier if she was awake, but I might as well be moving a corpse. I felt like a complete pervert moving her legs aside and could clearly see the after match of her previous battle. I sat down, and folded her legs over my lap, and pulled her arms up to my neck.

“ah music eha go” she mumbled as I felt her arms move on their own, only to wrap around my chest as her head pushed into the back of my own.

“you alive?” I asked

This time not waiting for a response, as I mustered up the strength to scoop her up. Her soft skin at first sparked something inside me, but the fire quickly vanished as I felt my the silk like surface of her undergarment. I tried not to think about it as I lifted off the ground and kept walking. I had almost made it pass the dorm room when I felt her stomach churn against my back.

“Naaffffffff” she drooled over my shoulder as I felt her body dispose of unwanted material. The silky fabric unable to contain anymore, passed the job onto my hands. It was no longer mind over matter, I couldn't even walk frozen by just happened.

“Hey!” I heard someone shout, turning around to see a campus cop coming my way.

I felt like a idiot, noticing I had stopped underneath the light from the building. However I was now able to move as my body filled with adrenalin. I raced as quickly as I could towards the corner of the building. Turning the corner of the building I saw large tubs sitting on concrete slabs. They were used for ice baths, mainly by the football team, and still had water in them. I knew it was gonna be cold, but there was no where else to go. I climbed up the wooden stairs, took a deep breath and fell into the water.

I could fill her body stiffen as it came to life, with out thinking I twisted around to see Lighs eyes shoot open. I closed my eyes as my lips connected with hers before she could squeal from the cold, and then we were under water. I felt her squirm trying to get free as I opened my eyes to try to somehow let her know she was safe, but she had closed her eyes. Still at unease I lightly pinched her bottom, I felt her suck my breath away as she became still. I didn't fight her, I knew I was safe, I worked as a lifeguard before and knew that I would be fine, at least long enough to hopefully escape the security guy. The pain became almost unbearable after just a minute or two, I didn't know how much longer I could resist the urge to surface as my hands began to tense up. Her eyes shot open in response to my grip. I relaxed as I watched her eyes glimmer, reflecting the dim light from above. I became completely absorbed in her eyes, and forgot all about the struggle.

Water splashed out of my mouth, as I found myself coughing up what felt like a pool onto the ground beside me. The pressure on my diaphragm, pushed out another wave of water, followed by the need to inhale all the air around me. Catching my breath, I felt Ligh's head rest on my stomach.

“what happened?” I asked not remembering anything.

“I pulled away from you to get out of the water, but you has passed out and ended up sucking in water. I pulled you out after that, and tried giving CPR” she said said nervously.

“So you tried to drown me?” I asked smiling, I felt her head nod against my skin.

“Get on my back” I said, remembering how late it was, and she did so, I could still fill the water inside my chest, as I started walking back around the building, but the good part about already being soaking wet was I didn't have to go to the pool.

“How am I going to get in?” she asked as we got closer to the building.

Not having time to explain, I just walked up to the entrance of the Hall and waited for the guy behind the desk to see us. We stood for at least a minute before he saw us, and to top it off he took his time walking to the door.

He opened the door, while turning around to go back to his desk, but quickly stopped and turned back around again.

“Wait your not a football player!” He said turning back around, referring to the fact I had a girl with me.

Only then did I realize I was dealing with the “manager” of the football team, and I wasn't sure what to say.

“Let him in Robert” I heard a really deep voice say, as a black guy, at least 6”5 walked though the lobby in his Pjs making his way to the vending machine. Obviously pissed off he scoffed something under his breath, turned around and walked back to his desk.

“Thanks” Ligh said as politely as possible, as we were making my way though the lobby. I was relieved to see that it was only 1:35 on the hallway clock. Behind me as I made my way down the hallway, I could hear the big guy ripping open his midnight snack, as he asked about our condition.

“We was going to have some fun at the pool, but got chased by security almost as soon as we got in” I lied.

“Yeah, hard to do anything around here” his echo carried down the hallway, as he made his way into his room.

“Well thats fancy” Ligh said as I reached to put in my pin.

Letting the door shut behind us I headed for the bathroom to cleaned up.

I set her down on the toilet seat, that thankfully was down, then opened the cabinet to get a fresh towel and wash cloth.

“Is this your towel?” she asked reaching for one of the towels hanging above the shower.

“Brandon's” I said, as I watched her grab the other towel and begin drying off. I just sat there holding the clean towel no longer sure what to do with it. She pointed towards the door, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. I made my way out of the room shutting the door behind me.

The beds set high off the ground, against the wall perpendicular to one another, with a shared night stand in the corner. I really didn't bring any of my old cloths with me to college so I wasn't sure what I had that Ligh could fit into. While looking though my drawer I saw my old green addidas bag in the far corner under my bed. I wasn't sure what all was in it, but I knew one thing for sure, I only brought it with me so my mom couldn't find it.

Growing up I had only been caught once, and it was enough to scare me never get caught again, and as far as my mother knew I didn't wear them anymore. I couldn't recall the last time I opened the bag, so anything could be in it. I pulled the bag out by the draw strings, and made sure she was still in the bathroom before opening it.

Laying on top was a pair of old green bottoms, and white T shirt, I completely forgot how small they were. The pajama bottoms had not fit me in since middle school, since the only purpose they served was hiding my secret. I pulled them out holding them up turning around to face the bathroom to like visualize how they would fit, I felt my arm bump into Ligh. My heart raced as I stood up quickly trying to hide the contents of the bag.

“Will these fit” I asked, grabbing her attention.

“let me see” she said taking them from me , and placing them below the towel that covered her torso.

“Yeap” she said climbing onto my bed and moving the blanket over her body.

“Hurry up” she said handing me the towel.

I threw the bag under my bed, completely forgetting to grab dry cloths, after coming so close to being caught. I wrapped the heavy towel around me after drying off, and made my way back into the room. Turning off the bathroom light it was almost impossible to see as I made my way to my bed. I grabbed a pair of shorts and slid them on while crouched at end of the bed. Finally I climbed into bed and laid down beside her. Thinking she was already asleep, I closed my eyes and begin to doze off, when I felt her lips against my ear.

“you didn't get me a shirt” she whispered

“sorry” I said trying to get up get one, but she put her arm over my side.
“I found one” she whispered
I became nervous, as I connected the dots..
“oh okay” I said, curiously twisting my head and body over to see which one.
As I rolled over, I saw she was wearing my old T shit. I tried to speak but just made random noises, as she pressed her chest against mine, in the process pushing me onto my back, my heart was beating rapidly still unable to speak. I kept trying to say something but I felt like I was drowning.
“Shhhh” she said kissing my lips
“either I found the nicest guy in the world... or I found the biggest pervert in the world” she whispered as her face moved away from mine.
“ but you know what I think?” she asked

The words wouldn't come and I kept muttering nonsense, finally after about 10 seconds I manage to speak.

“which one?” I asked.. barely loud enough to hear myself say it.

I felt the weight of her body as she laid across the top of me. Her shirt had scrunched up and I could fill plastic front of the diaper against my skin. She moved one leg over in between my own, in such a way I could not get an erection with out her knowing. I tried to think negative thoughts, but it was no good... in moments I was pressing against her thigh. She leaned down , but it was just a tease, as I felt her head press against my shoulder. I placed my arms around her, my hand landed on top of the plastic backing. I tried not to think about it but my penis had a mine of its own. I began to lift my self towards her thigh, but regretted it as I felt her finger nails go deep into my neck.

“Bad boy” she whispered.

I opened my eyes as I felt her weight being lifted off of me.. she smiled, and moved her body so that her head landed right on my chest, and with out giving me an answer, I felt her body grow limp

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 24, 2014 at 2:03 AM
Content: Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - The unfair advantage.

I woke up once again to the sound of pots and pans knocking against one another. Still half asleep I wiped my hand across my chest landing in a pile of drool. I groaned as I carefully made my escape trying not to wake Ligh. Placing her head on my pillow as I made my way to help Brandon.

“Thats's quite the lady you got their” Brandon said as I washed my hands off in the sink.

“yeah, she is” I agreed

“You should wake her up” He suggested.

“I guess I could, I was going to let her rest though” I replied

“I don't know man, who doesn't like breakfast” he said, staring below me the whole time.

Looking down I realized I had a wet spot at the bottom of my shorts. The drool had did a good job at occupying my attention, and I had completely missed it. Not really sure how he knew it was her though.

“Ah, where did you get your bacon from ?” I asked feeling slightly embarrassed.

“The comforter was on the floor when I got up this morning, couldn’t help but notice, sorry” He apologized

“It's all cool thanks for trying” I said with smile

“I try” he said, as he threw some sausage onto the skillet.

I placed some biscuits in small electric cooker my mom gave me, and headed back over to my bed. I jumped up on my bed and rubbed my hand down her hair, stopped when I felt her ear. I moved her hair out of the way and rubbed my finger down her ear. Her eyes opened and she turned to face me.

“Goodmorning” I said .. she wasn't happy.
“we have breakfast” I said still rubbing her ear
“Mmmhmm” she said placing her hand on mine

“Does that mean your gonna eat” Brandon asked ,

She leaned up more alert remembering she was in my room.

“yeah, I will” she said

She pinched my hand waiting for my attention. As I looked at her, she looked down at the comforter. I moved my hand under the comforter towards her crotch pushing in on her wet diaper. She looked back up at me and shrugged her shoulders. I could tell she wanted to say something, but instead she pulled out her stop watch and pressed the start button.

Wasn't much talking from anyone, we ate and went outside. Ligh took her time eating, and said she would be outside when she finished.

Practice went as normal for about 20 minutes, then Ligh made her way outside. She stood beside me as I threw pass after pass to Brandon,and every know and then she would reach in front of me to catch the ball after Brandon threw it back.

“you any good at sports” Brandon asked, walking back to our imaginary line of scrimmage.

“Better then you” she smirked politely

“Oh really, let see you prove it?” he challenged her.

She grabbed the football from my hand and did a couple air strokes, stopping with the football in “ready” position “Where do you want me to throw it?” she asked

“Just throw it” he said

“What if it goes to far?” she asked innocently

“I'll go get it then” Brandon laughed.

But it was short lived as her body moved with perfect form, like she had thrown more footballs than Joe Montana. The football left her hand and slowly faded out of sight. Thankfully it was dark, and out of sight was like 30 meters, but I am not really sure how far it went. She wouldn't answer any of Brandon's questions about who taught her how to throw the football. Eventually he just stopped asking, and went off to find his ball. I walked Ligh back to her dorm, and the day continued as normal.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 25, 2014 at 2:23 AM
Content: Chapter 6

Chapter 6. Just a hobby

The weekend was a much needed break, as little of a break that it turned out to be. Just like during the weak Brandon was up and outside by 5 AM, dragging me outside with him. The week continued, Every morning was the same routine. Monday morning Brandon informed me that Friday after practice they discovered a lineman had taken a dump in one of the Ice baths, and no body would admit to it. I laughed just a little bit to hard, but Brandon really didn't find it as funny, being he was the player who “found” it. Tuesday morning I made the discovery that I had ran out of beef noodles. I had completely forgot to restock over the weekend, and we found ourselves eating peanut better jelly bacon sandwiches for breakfast. To no surprise, we loved it, and agreed it was the breakfast of men. We had the same breakfast Wednesday , and that afternoon Ligh invited me over to meet her family Saturday. Thursday naturally went in slow motion, with the highlight of the day being a couple of receivers joining in on our morning routine.
The day could not have went any slower as I crashed on my bed after taking a shower. Brandon was already in bed asleep. I just finished forcing my self to appreciate a list of various tunes from the Romantic period. With the music still buzzing in my head I fell to sleep faster than my head could find the pillow.
I was completely out of it realizing that I had zombie'd my way to sitting at my desk eating a bacon sandwich.
“I don't think these could ever get old” I said crunching down into the bacon skeleton.
“mmmmmrrrrrgh” Brandon in complete agreement.
“Jay and Slim are suppose to join us again” He said , referring to the same receivers.

“How'd you talk them into that?” I asked

“I didn't they just asked me if it was cool” he said

“Wow, you guys are devoted” I said

“Some of us” he laughed, reaching for his worn out practice cletes.

I followed suit, sliding on my tennis shoes after finished the man sandwich. We started practicing the same drills. Entertaining myself I begin to pretend to actually be a quarter back, shuffling to the side as I hurled the ball just far enough in front of him to make him work for it. Two weeks ago I stood stiff as a statue, muttering cadence awkwardly waiting for Brandon to start his route, but today I felt the rush of adrenaline that I had come to love, as I got down to receive another”snap”.

Jay and Slim joined in much earlier than yesterday, the two of them would take turns running and defending each others route. Slim really stood no chance against Jay, who would always find a way to get open, or intercept the pass. I tried my best to put it on the money, but Jay always found a way to come out on top.

Even I started to feel short winded as the sun made its way over the horizon. Though I didn't let it phase me, knowing I only had two classes today. Drenched in sweat, we called it quits as players begin to make their way to the gym from the dorm. I took a shower, and headed off to calculus, somehow still full of energy. The Professor, Gilman, quickly reminded me how sleepy I was, with his monotone lecture on the importance of understanding some theorem that some guy should have been murdered for making.
In music appreciation, the old man, Professor Wolgenburt lectured on the post-romantic era of music, and how impressionism started it's rise. However he spent most of his time playing his piano or his ancient harp at every chance he got. He was really good, so good I could feel my head get heavy as he played his piano. Somehow he manage to keep it entertaining enough not to put me to sleep. Then randomly held down a note on the piano reaching over to his harp. He played another note on the piano, then plucked a cord towards the back of the harp. He let the chords fade, before speaking:

“That class is dissonance” he said

At first I didn't catch it, but he played it again. I could tell something was different listening to it the second time, but I didn't know what. He went on taking a class survey on who felt the dissonance in the cords, asking students to lift their hands. I was surprised by how many hands were not raised. I just knew Ligh could hear it, but noticed out of the corner of my eye her arm wasn't raised. Instead she was crunched over on her desk with her head pressed down in her arm. Her other hand was on her stop watch in her lap, when I noticed her blue jeans. I could see the dark spot growing between her thighs, against her will as she tightly pressed her legs together. She shook her head in her arm, knowing that I was looking at her.

Watching her legs relaxed, the dark spot quickly made its way down her thighs. I could hear her begin to cry as she scooted the stop watch to the side of her pants, the time read 00:00. Was it broke, had she forgotten to press the start button? It didn't make sense, she wouldn't be crying over something like that.
Did she? I froze as the thought crossed me mind. There was no doubt about it, with the stopwatch still at zero. She had just had an accident with no prior warning.

“Young lady, there is no sleeping in here” The old man playfully hissed from the front of the room.

She didn't move and now everyone had turned to look at her. The professor had begin walking towards her desk, now holding a cymbal in each hand. We only sat two rows back, and it took him no time to get to her desk, even in his old age. He said something about doing this in the syllabus, but knowing she wasn't asleep I wasn't sure what would happen next. He seemed like the kind of professor to kick a student out of the class room if they didn't respond, and that would only make the situation worse. I shook my head no, over and over, as he position the cymbals near her head, but he ignored me and raised one of the cymbals above her desk.

“Don't” I said almost yelling.

I startled the old man: “And why not, may I ask?” Not so playfull anymore.

“She has very sensitive hearing, she's awake” I said, my face now red with embarrassment.

“If she were awake , she would of told me so” He scolded me.

But before he could continue with his plan, her hand moved out from under neath her face. You could see the moisture on her hand as she thumped the side of the cymbal, with out looking up. I heard a couple pens hit the floor. He stood looking at her, the bitterness in his face slowly faded, and he turned around walking back to the front of the class.

“Sensitive hearing indeed!” he exclaimed

I have do admit I was still clueless at this point.

“Who heard that” He asked, raising his own hand, refereeing to more then just the sound.

A few students raised their hands, as he walked over to the rooms thermostat, and twisted the dial. The room became silent. He then twisted the dial back. The air conditioner unit kicked back on. The humming sound filled the room once again, but I still wasn't catching on.
“Outstanding” he said walking to the front of the class with a cymbal.

He held the cymbal out, and thumped it, but it didn't make a noise. He waited and thumped it a few more times. Finally on the 5th or 6th try I could hear the small ringing sound of the cymbal.

“That class is a form of consonance!” He happily proclaimed.

Over excited by his new discovery he dismissed the class early. I walked to the front of the room and waited as the class emptied, finally only the 3 of us remained.

“I am truly sorry about that miss understanding. ” he said

“But, It's a pleasure to meet you, I never thought I would live to see the day.” he added

Ligh and I both looked towards him.

“How do you know?” she asked, her face still stained by tears.

“You thumped my cymbal with out looking at it, making it harmonize with the air vent”
“And it's clear that its not your autistic girft, or that boy would of said so in your defense”
“My great uncle changed his last name to Lesenod.”

“Need I say more? He asked turning away.

“No, sorry to hear that” Ligh said
“It's not your fault” he said locking up his harp, avoiding eye contact.
“I will leave you two be, thanks again for that demonstration” He said

Grabbing his cane , and lifting his hand over his shoulder as he left the room.

“Come sit down loser” she instructed me.

“I have a list of things you need to go get me from my dorm” she continued.

“At your command my lady” I said sitting down in front of her with a smile.

“Sooo?” I asked

“Lesenod, was the family who did most of the research on our race” she said

“was?” I asked

“The last Lesenod was a female, her husband was drafted into Vietnam” she said

“That sad, I guess she never moved on?” I asked

looking me in the eye , she said in the most demanding voice I have ever heard in my life

“Never”

I felt my chest pound as I realized what I was getting myself into, I didn't know what to say, or if I was ready to say anything at all.

“What all do you need from your room?” I asked , changing the subject

She stood up, completely soaked, and sat down on my lap. Kissing me, then asking

“It just started, will you come with me?” she asked twisting her dangeling stopwatch in the air.

“If I have to” I said , acting reluctant.

She pressed down harder on my lap, and let the stopwatch stop spinning as it dangled in my face.

“you have to” she said standing up.

I slid her stuff in my bag then grabbing her hands I walked behind her. Her pants being soaked,meant the stopwatch indicated a much scarier disaster, but it had been 2 minutes at most as we made our way out of the door. Her hippy-like shirt hung low enough to cover her crotch, but her backside was completely soaked beyond hiding. I wasn't sure how I was going to hide her, let alone myself now that she had sat in my lap. She thought way ahead of me, as she stopped suddenly as someone walked pass. Before I could stop myself I ran into her, only to feel her arms pull my arms around her.

“Don't move” she said smiling at me
“Why would I?” I asked, regaining my balance.

Finally coast was clear and we proceeded forwards, and I could really feel the dampness on my skin now. Taking the long way, we only had to stop a few times, as we made our way quickly around the campus. It only took about 10 minutes to make it to her hall. Standing on the outside, waiting for the coast to clear I could hear the hum of a small engine coming up beside us. It stopped next to us, we stepped awkwardly to face the blue and yellow golf cart. A guy stood up on the other side wearing a blue visor and whistle around his neck. He had no shirt on, but something told me he wasn't a lifegaurd.

He walked around the front of the cart and held his his bear-like arm out to give me a handshake,thus revealing his very flashy sports watch. It had to be the most awkward hand shake I had ever given in my life , carefully leaning around Ligh as I shook his hand. I could tell he was puzzled, as I am sure he meant to say what ever he was about to say during the hand shake.

“DeLes?” “Parson's room rate?” he asked?

“Yes sir” I answered, as he called me by my last name.
Ligh pinched my hand, but I couldn't make the man go away any faster.

“Coach Reed” He said

“The legendary?” I couldn't help but ask.

He chuckled “No sir, that was my father”

“But, I hear you have quite the arm on you.”

“It's not that great, just enjoy helping Brandon and them out” I answered

“Well Brandon and those boys need this water” he said slapping the water jugs in the back of his kart

“But, if you ever need a job, you be sure to come help us out”

“We will call it work study, and the school will never know” He said getting back into the kart.

“Yes sir, will do” I answered standing their awkwardly.

Thankfully they drove off as I said it, all while Ligh pulled me towards the door. Quickly making our way down the hall, at this point ignoring a couple girls in the hallway. I don't think they noticed, they were much to occupied by the hanging up sorority posters. She shut the door behind us, by pressing her but into my crotch, followed by my butt into the door. I could hear the shower running, as I felt Ligh's hand squeeze tightly around mine.

“Who takes shower's in the middle of the day!?” she said angrily.

“Your room mate I guess” I said

“My room mate is gone” she said , her bed now completely stripped.

“Oh wow she takes everything home with her” I said

“She got a new room, I'm listed as special needs now” She said, moving away from me.

“I'm sorry , what happened?” I asked pulling her back towards me

“She told me she couldn't live over here anymore because she didn't like our neighbors” she said , her voice wavering.

“But the R.A asked me to sign off on her report today, she wrote about how I was causing the room to smell bad, and she couldn't study” her voice fading towards the end.

She pulled away, this time escaping with her fluid like body movements.

“So who is in the shower?” I asked

“We share our bathrooms with our neighbors” she said.

“21” she said looking at her stopwatch. I walked up behind her placing my hands on her hips as I got closer.

“27” I said , and pulled her against my chest.

“27” She whispered looking up at me.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 25, 2014 at 6:06 AM
Content: Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Joan Featherfoot

I sat in the floor leaning against the door, with Ligh sitting between my legs. The shower had finally come to an end, now only to hear the splashing of water as her neighbor prepared for her Friday night out.

Under her bed I could see my green adiddas bag she had taken a week ago. I stood up against the door and walked over to her bed, and reached down to pick it up. Opening it up, it was easy to see all the diapers were still in there from a week ago.

“Noooo” I heard her say as she pushed her self back against the door.

I knew what would happen if I just sat and watched so I just threw the bag at her.

“We will go to the front desk” I said

Opening her top drawer, it was her panty drawer. She had about 12 pair of panties, and all had been stained, with only a couple of them being fit to wear. I shut the drawer and opened the next drawer, it was full of shirts. Moving down to the Next drawer I found it was empty, and the one underneath it only had blue jeans in it. She was sitting on the floor watching me speechless. I put my had on the empty drawer.

“Skirts” I asked.

She just nodded.

I pulled out a pair of her jeans and put them on her bed.

“Lets at least try getting to the front desk” I said walking over to her

“What if I don't make it” she said looking down at the ground.

“We will prepare for that” I said reaching for the bag in her lap.

She just laid against the door as I opened the bag and pulled out a diaper.

“Just in case” I said.

She nodded, and scouted closer to me and laid back against the floor. I didn't ask , because I knew she wasn't going to do it herself. She had not touched these all week and I didn't expect her to do it know. I unbuttoned her pants pulling them down pass her knees. Her panties soaked, and stained clung to her skin. I pulled them away from her skin. She had rashes forming from above her urethra to down around her vagina. I unfolded the diaper as she lifted herself off the ground. I placed it under her and lowered her hips down on it, checking for more rashes on my way up. I decided against grabbing the baby powder, knowing our goal. I snugly taped the diaper into place, and pulled her pants back up.

“No” she kicked, stopping me

“It's cold” she said with tears in her eyes.

“You want them off?” I asked

“mmhmm” she said.

I took her pants off, and lifted her up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around me, as I stepped back leading us to her bed. I grabbed her bottom, then spent around to place her on the bed. I laid her down against the bed.

I tried to stand up, but she wouldn't let go of me. So I climbed on her bed with her arms still around my back. Then I scooped my arms underneath her and laid down half beside her, half on top of her.
“Am I your baby?” she asked

“In every way possible” I said kissing her cheek.

She wasn't to happy with my answer as she pinched the fire out of my back, and in doing so reminded me of earlier.

“Why did you pinch me outside” I asked.

“What's your name?” she asked

“Joan DeLes” I said

“hmm?” she said pinching my back again.

“Ligh's property” I answered

“no” she said.

“huh” I said confused.

“you wouldn't understand” she said

“Well what's my name then?” I asked

“Joan Featherfoot” she said it as if she named me herself.

“I'm not sure my family would like that” I said

She rolled over on top of me, pushing herself up on all 4s, and placed her hands on my chest.

“Did I tell you about my biggest fear?” she asked

“Never”

“Someone could talk you away from me” She said with true fear in her voice.

“Why would you think that?” I asked

“Because I would steal you from anyone” she said

“Have you ever heard of the false consensus effect?” I asked.

“There won't be a consensus, I will make sure they know you are mine” she said

Pushing against my my body as she said it. My arms still around her lower back I felt her back give in, as she immediately regretted pushing against me. Her arms just collapsed as I felt the muscles in her back stiffen up. She was laying flat against me completely tense trying not give in to the inevitable. She was in pain trying not to give in, as I pressed my hands against the seat of her diaper. I felt drool run down my shoulder, and stool fill her diaper at the same time as her body went completely limp.

“you okay” I asked

The answer came in another release of stool, and the slow hiss of urine filling her diaper. She laid quite on my chest, still content leaving her mouth open. There was no doubt about it, she was asleep. I laid their thinking about what she just said. Would I really have to change my last name, and how could she be that scared. Well this topped any girlfriend I ever had in high school in terms of psychotic girls that are like “lets get married and be on 16 and pregnant,” but it somehow felt okay. I left Jessica the first time she mentioned getting married, and Haley left me the first time I mentioned getting married, and me and LeAnne dated for a year and never mentioned getting married.... but in 2 weeks.. In 2 weeks I was already being told I had to change my last name, and somehow.. maybe out of fear, I was okay with it.

The drool found its way to my neck , as I came up with a genius idea. I grabbed her hand, and moved it up to her mouth. Trying to get her hand to stay in a fist was impossible. I wrapped my hand around hers , and placed her thumb in her mouth. Nothing. So I pressed my other hand against the seat of her diaper, and her body shifted to life. She closed her mouth around her thumb, never even opening her eyes. I leaned back, and placed my other hand on her diaper. It wasn't even much pass lunch, but I felt myself doze off.

I didn't sleep long waking up to Ligh unconscious waste disposal. Another very loud wet fart echod though the room followed by a mix of air and what ever was left in Ligh's bowels. I don't know why , not just being a pervert , I found leaving my hands on the seat of her diaper to be the most comfortable position. Her eyes slowly opened, as I my hands lightly rubbed across the surfaces of her back. She quickly took her thumb out of her mouth, and looked up at me blushing.

“I think its cute” I said encouraging it
“Your a weirdo” she said

She reached up and moved my other hand off her bottom.

“You like that to much” she said irritated.

I moved both my hands onto her diaper and begin to roll over.

She put 1 finger down on my shoulder, completely halting me. She moved her finger as I tried to roll the other way.

“Did you know it takes less then 10 pounds of force to break some ones pelvis?” she asked me.

Moving her finger down to right above my member, who to no surprise was happy staying far far away.

“all it takes is knowing where to put the pressure” she said smiling at me.

He pupils shrunk as I grabbed the seat of her diaper, and used the moment to roll on top of her.

“all it takes is knowing where to put the pressure” I said smiling down at her.

“Your mean” she said, putting her thumb back in her mouth.

“You can't do that!” I said feeling bad now as I moved my hands up her back.

“See that's why I don't trust other women” she said

She grabbed my hands , now completely out of position, unable to reach her ears or diaper. She scooted herself through my arms leaving me in push up position with my arms stuck on the bed. So I just fell limp before she could try anything else, placing my face into the bed, hair against the pillow she was sitting on.

“Your lucky I haven't branded you yet” she said.

“Say what?” I asked into the bed.

“Didn't I tell you?” No I shouted into the bed.

“Your not allowed to make me “happy” till then” she said

“Till when?” I shouted more worried about the fact she said she was branding me.

“Tomorrow” she said.

“I didn't agree to this” I shouted into the bed

.”It's to late, I don't think I'm gonna move on” she said

“How can you say that I am the first guy you ever dated” I said lifting my head out of the bed.

“Look at me”

“You have we sitting in a messy diaper half naked and the only thing I can think about”

She paused, as I looked up at her glowing face, but she pushed my face back down into the bed.

“the only thing I can think about is you changing me” she said, mumbling over the last two words.

“But not like you think, weirdo” she added.

I moved my hands out from under me, onto her thighs, lifting my self up I pulled her underneath me

“stoppppp” she said as her diaper rubbed against her.

By time I had her where I wanted her, she had put her thumb in her mouth. She turned on her side and balled up. I softly pushed her back over, moving my arms so that one was on each side of her.. She took her thumb out of mouth, drool and all, and placed her hand on my neck.

“Do you do that on purpose” I asked leaning down to kiss her.

“No, but I kinda like it” she said blushing

“drool?” I asked in disbelief,

“what!?” she said defensively

“Nothing” I said Learning down towards her chest instead.

I awkwardly let myself drool. I could feel her heart start pumping as it touched her skin, then I felt her nails. I jumped up almost bleeding I grabbed my neck.

“You don't listen” she said crossing her arms.

“I could of killed you” she said.

“Why would you do that!?” I asked

“I don't have the branding iron here” she answered as if it was obvious.

“So?” I said

“So, you can't make me happy!” she said selfishly.

She turned her body to show she was displeased.

“Change me” she demanded.

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Author: JoNathan3
Timestamp: Mar 26, 2014 at 7:11 PM
Content: Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - The family-

“Just go jump in the shower” I said

“But she is still in there” she said.

“Well go tell her to get out” I said

Looking down she touched the front of her diaper.

“Nu uh” she said

“Want to use my shower?” I asked

“Not really, I just want out of this”

“I would change you, but there are no wipes.” I stated

“I have some” she said pointing to a box on her desk.

“Why do you have these?” I ask reaching into the box.

“Because It hurts to use tissue paper” she defended

“I imagine it does... do you have anything for your rashes?” I asked

“maybe..” she said sheepishly

She slid off her bed, and grabbed her school bag, opening the the side zipper , pulled out a almost empty tube of desitin, blushing. She laid on the floor holding out her hand with the desitin in it. I pulled out another diaper only 3 left in the bag now.

“Nooo” she wined

“Your right, with as much as you drink, you need two don't you?” I asked, pulling another one out of the bag.

She placed her hands over the tabs of the diaper not letting me change her.

“If I'm going to change you, then I am “changing you”... it's your choice” I said

“Fine” she said, still hesitant to move her hands away from the tabs.

I made quick work of the mess, though I had never changed someone before, it felt natural. I rolled up the used diaper and dropped it into a walmart bag I found under her room mates bed that had some trash already in it. Once she was cleaned off, I placed her down on top of the clean diaper.

I had to use at least 10 wipes, so maybe not as good as I thought I was. She had closed her eyes and was sucking on her thumb waiting for me to finish. I grabbed my travel size baby powder out of the adiddas bag, powdering the diaper more-so then her skin , that was now covered splotches of desitin. I taped the diaper on her, and pinched the bottom and twisted.

“Uh oh, there is a hole” I said grabbing the other diaper

She didn't respond. I put the diaper under her, and reached for my actual school bag. I kept my pocket knife in pencil compartment of it. Using the blade, I cut a small ways into her diaper, and then slowly cut long ways down her diaper. Careful not to cut to far, I finished and wiped off my blade on the other diaper, and put it away. I pulled the diaper over the top of her making sure to pull the leg guards into position. I taped it in position, completely covering her belly button. Hey eyes were still closed, but her face was as red as a cherry.

“Sta wookin at me” she said with her thumb still in her mouth, turning a brighter shade of red.

I put the desitin back in her bag, and reached down grabbing her hands to pull her up. She reached around me grabbing her pants after standing up, quickly pulling them up... only to get blocked by the diaper.

“Ughhhh” she moaned.

“wear my Pajamas” I said

“they kind of need washed” she said looking towards her laundry basket.

I grabbed my bag, and pulled out a pair of black track shorts that I kept on me. I don't own many pairs of basketball shorts, some reason I always liked shorter fitting shorts. I threw them at her.

“They have a draw string” I said

“Why are they so short?” she asked me almost laughing.

“They are shorts” I answered with the “duh attitude”

She quickly put the shorts on instead, turned out her light, and handed her laundry basked to me. She grabbed 2 bottle of waters out from her fridge, stopped then grabbed another and placed it on the basket in my hands.

“Lets go” she said leading the way with a small waddle.

She drove a fairly new looking orange Corvette ZR1. She placed our bags in her seat, then opened the trunk for me. There wasn't much room to say the least , but thankfully it was just enough when turning her cloths basket on it's side. Getting in her car I noticed her seat cover was badly stained, and not the same theme as the rest of the car. Her seat was orange, which matched her car, but the other seat had a blue and yellow racing pattern with 3 gray stripes running long ways. They looked really sporty and all, but the plain orange seat cover just felt so out of place. I sat down as she moved our bags to the back before getting in.

“So can you drive a stick shift?” she asked me placing her hand on the lever's head.
“Never tried” I answered honestly.

“Maybe one day I will teach you” she smiled at me.

“Put your seat belt on” she said reaching for her own.

“You don't have to tell me” I jeered.

“That's good, this is only my 5th car” she said

I couldn't tell if she was serious or not.

“stop by my dorm, I need to get a change of cloths” I said

“Can we not just was those?” she asked

I held on to arm rest as she punched it in reverse, then she slammed on the break throwing the front of the car around to face the road, and shifted it into 1st gear and just kept going like nothing happened.

“Does the baby need a diaper?” she teased me as we left the campus

“I think I'll manage, just don't hit anybody” I said.

“I won't” she said, moving her hair back around her pointed ears.

She was beautiful. Her hair strawberry-blonde hair fell down on her shoulders against her tye-dyed hippy-like shirt. She reached up pulling a pair of sunglasses out of her ceiling console. They where white trimmed very sleek looking with polarized blue lens. They had “Rudy Project” written on them , not once, but twice just on the side I was looking at. The only name brand sunglasses that I could think of was Oakley. I actually don't think I have really ever heard of another brand outside of them, but I was certain the glasses were high quality. My daze was broken as I felt the car quickly begin to accelerate. Her hand moved the lever one more time as we entered the Interstate highway.

I noticed she had a piece of paper covering the other half of her speedometer , so I could only see up to 140 kM/h. Something told it wasn't because she didn't drive faster than 90 miles per hour.

“So what's that piece of paper for” I asked , as the speedometer slowly approached 130kM/h

“I don't like knowing how fast I am going” she answered

“Than why would you drive fast?” I asked.

“Because I can” she shrugged as the speedometer needle moved out of sight.

“Does it scare you?” she asked

“Just a little” I said, then the car started to de-accelerate.

“I'm sorry” she said the needle back in sight.

“No, your fine, I mean its not that big of a deal” I said, not wanting to sound like a wimp

“You sure?” she asked smiling at me from underneath her glasses.

“Go for it” I answered.

I regretted it. I'm not sure how far she lived from the school, but we passed at least 3 cops, and only one of them turned on their blue lights. I don't know what good it did, because she was out of sight weaving through traffic like she was in an action movie or something. I didn't have to use the bathroom before, but by time we started pulling off the interstate my bladder was ready to burst. She turned off onto a smaller high way and onto a dirt road. She killed the car, she placed her hand on my lap and I found myself unable to move.

It felt like she moaned about something, but I wasn't really sure, as I was once again stuck in her little dimensional world. She must have been hiding us from any cops that may of saw us take the exit.. I didn't know how long we would sit here, but I guess until she thought it was safe to move.

“Your washing my seat” I heard her say as she let go of my leg.

I looked down feeling my lap become warm. Well at last I didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore. Thankfully my bowels didn't need to be emptied yet.

“Its not like I can do anything while I'm in your little world” I said.

“Well I asked you if you needed a diaper” she said.

“I don't, I just needed some kind of warning.” I answered.

She had made her way out of her car and opened the trunk, I heard something metal move around, then she threw something into the trunk, and shut it. She walked around and through a bath towel at me, telling me to put it underneath me. I slid the towel underneath me trying to soak up as much urine as I could, thankfully it wasn't to bad, probably just had to go from all the accelerating. She shut her door, cranked the car, and backed out, and headed down the smaller high way.

“What was you doing behind the car” I asked her.

“Taking off the fake license’s plate” she said smiling at me.

“How would they even have time to read it anyways?” I asked

“I don't know, but it's better safe then sorry” she said while pressing her fingers against my leg

“So why didn't you get out and change the plates while we couldn’t be seen?” I asked

“I couldn't, It's like space, once I move beyond my reach, I have no way of knowing what's really there, and whats really not there.. so I don't move.”

“My brain only comprehends 3d.. just cause I can move to top Eln doesn't mean I should move around in the Eln Dimension”

“I guess , has anyone every tried it before?” I asked

“We're not sure, but I think it's what causes random deaths in our family” she answered

“How would it kill someone?” I asked

“There's no way to find out” she said as we turned off onto another road.

“were here, well almost” she said as we made our way do the little shoulder-less road.

I guess I was kinda expected a mansion, or something, after reading all sorts of novels about you know.. fairytale like people.. nice car.. nice house... but instead it was just a 1 story red brick house with a really old barn behind it. There was a bird feeder in her front yard, and a tall chain linked gate going all the way around her house, with woods right on the other side of the fence.

She reached up into her console taking her her wallet. She pulled out something that I couldn't see. I grabbed her hand holding the wallet, and pulled it towards my forehead.

“What?” she asked

“Just making sure I wasn't going crazy” I said

She placed her finger on my forehead and waved the key around smiling. She went and opened the gate, but not by unlocking the obvious lock on the gate. Instead she stuck the key right into the side of the fence, and twisted. Now I had to be going crazy. She opened the gate, and came back to the car. Moving pass the gate I noticed a small hole in the fence as we drove pass. Maybe I wasn't crazy after all.

“I didn't expect you home today!” pitched the short women standing in the doorway.

The woman had to be shoulder high to Ligh, but was very pretty, Ligh looked just like her, all besides the fact that the woman's hair was ginger and had no hint of blonde. It kind of made me wish Ligh's hair was ginger, but then I would risk having a red headed child.

“change of plans” Ligh said going towards the trunk.

I wasn't getting out, not like this. I watched nervously as the woman came over to the car.

“Do you need help sweetheart?” she asked walking around the car.

“Can you grab these” Ligh asked handing the cloths basket to her mother.

“You have to start paying more attention to your bladder” her mother said as odor from the laundry whiffed in her face.

The words making me jump a little inside.

Her mom walked back into the house carrying the laundry, that I had planned on using to sneak into the house. I just sat there not knowing what to do. When I heard something heavy slam against my door.

“First time, huh” The man said opening my door for me.

“yeah” I answered , not sure of what else to say.

“She has a problem with cops, she probably should of warned you before you got in”

“I always escape off into the woods while she hides the car, you'll learn” he said.

I unfolded myself, getting out of her car, and stood up , about nose high on the man. Now I was 6”2 so I wasn't sure what that would make him. His arms were large, his chest, very large, his neck, also large, but had some fat on it. His face was more round than square, but there was still a clear jaw line, his nose seemed small, but compared to his body, its hard to tell if it wasn't just normal sized, and what hair he had was a very light blond and buzzed short.

“He's almost as big as I was when I met your mother” he said talking to Ligh, while giving my shoulder a friendly push.

Did they meet in kindergarten? I thought to myself.

“I doubt I have anything that will fit you, but I'm sure Ligh has some of my old cloths from college laying in her room somewhere” He said as he walked back around the building, my guess was towards the barn.

I grabbed the bags form behind Ligh's seat and followed her into the house. The doorway connected to a small open area. Walking forward was a hall way, and on the right was a pretty large kitchen. There was a really nice marble island in the middle of the room, with the kitchen appliances on one half of the room, against the walls. The other half had a nice round glass table with 5 thin-steel chairs around it. The wall kind of went out and around the table then back in, and connected to the door behind us, making a little half-hexagonal pocket for the table.

Her mom was on the other side of the island digging inside the opened refrigerator not really paying attention to us, when I heard Ligh's car crank up. I turned around to see her dad driving her car around the building, again headed towards the barn.

“Mommmmm, this is Joaaaaaaa” she said stepping aside, revealing my wet pants and all.

The woman stood up, her shoulders just slightly above the island.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, sorry I don't have anything prepare for tonight, we were just about to go to town” she said

“Its okay, sorry to just randomly show up” I said

“Oh don't you apologize, what do you two want from town?” She asked

“Wendy's” Ligh answered for us.

“You sure Joan doesn't want anything else?” she asked Ligh.
“Wendy nuggets sound great” I answered

“Well alright, show him around a little bit, I have to finish making the grocery list.” she answered diving back into the fridge.

“This is the living room” Ligh said

She pointed to the left as we took maybe 2 steps down the hall. They had a very nice red leather furniture set that complimented the wooden walls. The carpet was a very nice light gray, and they had a modern looking entertainment stand, that felt a little out of place. I am sure it was new, most likely added in to accommodate the large TV that sat on top of it. There were family portraits all over the wall.

“Woah” I exclaimed.

In the corner of the room was a Hockey stick, I knew nothing about hokey, but I knew what what the 5 rings and the USA emblem of the side of it meant. There was a helmet on the wall behind it, with 2 bronze medals in a frame above it.

“your dad plays hockey?” I asked

“He did when I was really little” she said.

“That's so cool, no wonder he is so big” I said

She pulled me down the hall, tired of watching me gawk over her dad.

“This was my play room when I was little” she said stopping on the right.

The room had a pink carpet, with light stains all over it, and the wooden walls were filled with an over abundance of picture frames. I even noticed one picture of her and her father appearing twice. The frames went from as low as the floor, to right next to the ceiling, and overall just seemed to have been placed in a sporadic manner.

I also noticed the room was still filled with toys fit for a play room, most very dusty, but some looked to have been played with recently.

She pulled me forward, this is my parents room. The door was open, so I peeked inside. The bedroom set was made of polished antique wood, I think maple, but It may be some other dark red looking tree. The bed had drawers underneath it, and a chest-of-drawers at the foot end, with a walk-in closet on the other side from us. The room had 2 ceiling fans, and in the the far corner the room connected to a bathroom. There was also a couple of moose heads on the wall.

She pulled me forwards now at the end of the hall, to my left was a bathroom and in front of me was most likely her room. She kept pulling me forward , not stopping to show me the bathroom. Her room didn't have carpet unlike all the other rooms, instead a wooden floor, she had 2 standing chest-of-drawers against the wall made of oak wood. Her bed, had a oak wood frame, and the foot board was wave-shaped and curled over at the top. She also had a walk in closet, on the right side of the room but was parallel to the room with a fold up door unlike her parents that extended into a room of its own.

“Mommmmmmmmm” Ligh shouted really loud.

“What sweet heart?” her voice softly came down the hall.

“Where are my bed sheets!” She shouted back.

“In the wash room, I didn't expect you till tomorrow” her soft voice echod back.

“That's embarrassing” she said walking over and sitting on the plastic sheet covering her mattress.

“Were leaving to town, the iron is in the barn if you do anything crazy” she shouted.

“Don't worry mom, I don't have any sheets!” She yelled back at her

“I wont” The woman chirped as she shut the door.

“The Iron?” I asked

“For branding” she said, again like it was normal to brand people.

“They are going to brand me?” I asked

“No... I will if we do anything.. crazy” she said quoting her mom.

“For punishment?” I asked in disbelief

“No, I am weird, my mom is weird, we are all weird” ...

“If we do anything, I won't be able to let you leave my sight with out proof your mine” she said.

“So you brand me, that's just stupid, what does that solve?” I asked rudely

“Just come with me I will show you” she said aggressively.

But, I was unable to let myself follow her.

“Your safe, I promise” she said pulling towards her.

We made our way into the old barn, form the outside it seemed likely to fall in, but looked completely safe inside. All the wood beams had been fortified with steel brackets, and the walls on the inside had been fitted with a layer of plywood, only about 10 foot high, but still looked nice. The front of the barn was wide enough to fit 3-4 cars but only had 2. One was Ligh's and the other being a very new looking black Camero with ice pucks on the dashboard.

“Your dad's” I asked

“Moms. Dad drives an old truck” she said.

We made our way pass the cars, to middle of the barn divided by a long wall splitting the other side into 3 different rooms.

“This is where my parents build stuff” she said pointing inside the room filled with tools and large engines just laying out on the ground
“this is the weight room” she said looking into the middle room. There was 2 benches, one was incline, one was flat. There was a rack against the wall with lots of dumbbells, and a warn out bowflex machine on the other side of the room.

“Storage room” she said walking in it and turning on the lights. (on the walls in the room)

The room notably had double doors and was larger than the other 2 rooms. In the middle of the room the was all sorts of boxes stacked up on top of one another , most of them labeled for some holiday. She walked over to one corner pulling on something, knocking over some pool noodles in the process. She turned back around and pointed her arm out at me. Her arm wavered from the weight of what ever she was holding, as she stepped towards me. I felt something pressing against my chest.

“It doesn't touch both of your nipples does it?” she asked

“Barely” I said. Positioning the invisible letter-head dead center of my chest.

“Good” she said smiling,

“My mom said, that Dad was to small when they first met to do anything crazy” she said

“Him, to small?” I asked trying to imagine how that was possible.

“mmhmm, he was smaller than you when they met in college” she said.

“Holly crap” was all I could come up with.

“Oh yeah, while I am out here...” she didn't finish her sentence, while handing me the invisible branding iron.

I could feel the weight of the letters press against my hand, and the roughnessof the metal of the rod in my other hand, but I couldn't see it.

“How did they make it invisible?” I asked

She was digging threw a box in the corner of the room and ignored me. She came back with some shorts in her hands, and a large cardboard box under her arm, probably more of her dad cloths.

“Oh that.” she said looking at the iron.

Ligh continued : “My mom said she would teach me someday, if I ever got married”

Ligh lead the way back into the house, and into her room. She shut her door behind her, sitting the box down next to her on the bed

“I can't believe I'm doing this” she said.

Ligh ripped off the tape on the outside of the box, and opened it op. Inside was 4 medium packs of molicare super plus.

Looking at them she started: “My mom got these for me my junior year, and begged me to wear them at night, but I wouldn’t. She eventually just left the box in my room and said it was my choice, but they just sat in the corner till I went to college.”

She lifted one of the bags out and tore open the side , and began to pull out one of the diapers. She didn't pull on it much , and then threw the bag at me.

“You do it” she said as she laid down against the plastic bed cover.

“What if I'm around to do it next time” I asked

He face showed that she didn't like my answer, and said nothing back to me.

I grabbed the powder and desitin from her bag, and proceeded pulling down her shorts. Closing her eyes, she turned her head to the side and placed her thumb in her mouth. I quickly removed the two wet diapers.

I realized I didn't have any wipes, so I stepped out of the room into her bathroom, and found some under her counter. I came back to find her with tears rolling down her face, eyes still closed. I quickly finished what needed to be done, and snugly taped her diaper into place.

I put the case back in the box , then flipped it to the side and pushed it against the wall. She was still silently crying with her head to the side when I came back to the bed. I laid down next to her, feeling more like the villain than the good guy.. I turned sideways pulling her body into mine and held her. We laid there for a few minutes, as I played with her tips of hair that had found its way in front of her belly .I felt her laugh, then she took her thumb out of my mouth and wiped it on my face.

She rolled over and pressed her face against mine.

“Your a pervert” she said

“It's not like I was trying to” she put her finger on my mouth.

“Trying to poke my butt with your penis?” she said

“Do you see whats over their in the corner?” she asked me

But, she left her finger over my mouth. Though I could not see it, I knew it was their, because I placed it their when we came in the room. She took her finger away from me reaching for her stopwatch. Pressing the start button out of habit, then wrapping her first around it. She closed her eyes , and pressed her face against mine a little bit harder, and then even harder. Her face became red, as she strained clenching the stopwatch.

Finally he let out a deep breath, then slowly moved her hands around the string on her neck. Taking her stopwatch off, she smiled, and slid her hand under my head, with the string inside. Neither one of us said anything, at least not verbally. Then she took my hand and placed it on the front of her diaper, it was hard to tell , but I felt it, she had wet.

“No more accidents” she said almost squeaking.

“Even wearing this feels better than an accident” she said blushing.

I smiled happy for her, and probably a little to happy for myself.

“Your turn” she said.

She got up and pulled the box off of the wall. Flipping it up right she took one out and came back to the bed.

“You obviously can't stay dry, can you mister?” she asked unbuttoning my pants.

I laid back in silence , unable to come up with a good answer.

“Oh you like that?” she asked.

There was no way to control my penis as she removed both my pants and boxers. Giving in I turned my face, that was now hot enough to cook an egg, to the side. I heard her open the diaper and could feel myself becoming even more erect.

“That's not going to work” she said as I felt her hands land on my thighs.

Then I felt the nails, it was always the nails. I could fill them begin to press against the side of my thighs. I tried to get away but she had my legs so it really did me no good. The pain started to increase and my hands, turning white, pressed against the plastic.

“Stoppp” I cried out.

She let go, but only to move her nails a little lower, forcing my back up into arch. Then she stopped, as I felt my naked bottom land on the diaper, that she quickly fastened into place.

She climbed over the top of me, as I closed my eyes hoping she couldn't see them water.

“Awww, did it hurt that bad” she coed as she kissed my cheek.

Again I was quite unable to come up with a cunning remark.

“it's not my fault your such a pervert” she rolled off the bed.

“It's not my fault either” I said in my defense.

She connivingly said “It's okay, just don't let it happen again”

“I will try my best” I said as I got up sliding on her dad's old shorts.

She pulled a yellow denim skirt out from one of her drawers placing it over the diaper. Then walked down the hall way ahead of me , she stopped for a moment looking at something in the play room, then walking into the living room. She turned on the TV and went to the DVR menu.

“You like Glee?” she asked me

“Not really” I answered

But, I don't think she heard me over the sound of her thumb pressing play.