It’s not funny. “I can’t do anything..” she whispered, “.. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal fashion over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board. She wiggled it back and forth in the round, ebony-hued face of her friend as if that was going to drive her point home. She couldn’t explain it. First, the aluminum button on her jeans popped free. “.. Audrey studied her friend’s face intently, waiting for her to bust up and begin her high-pitched ‘I got you, bitch’ cackle that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. “It feels so good, you guys..” Claire moaned. Her free hand was snaked in between her thighs and furiously stroking at her sensitive mound. “ Claire breathed, her body writhing around side to side as her hips kicked back and forth rhythmically. She reached up with a trembling hand and felt her stinging face. Hunter’s eyes shot wide and she jabbed a finger at herself questioningly.
