“Fuck you, Peter! I’m not in love with Isabelle!” I snarled. Hegrowled in annoyance.“Your attracted to her, you like her personality, you care if shecares, you like her voice, you like her scent, or should I remindyou?”Suddenly, there were pictures flowing through my mind. That waswhat Peter’s power was, to weasel his way into your mind. Isabellewas sitting by a stream, a short skirt on, showing off her nice legsand a blue button up, which was squeezing her breasts. I growledin anger.She slowly lifted a hand and unbuttoned the first fasten, showingthe innocent white lace under the material.“Stop it!” I hissed. Peter didn’t listen.She laid down in the sun, her long hair being swept by the gentlewind and sun. Her fingers grazed against her neck, right over her exposed bra. Her legs bent, riding up the skirt…“STOP!” I roared. I tackled him to the ground and we startedrolling down the hill like the truck. He kicked me off, my brainfuzzed from Isabelle’s body.
“Now, you see what she’s doing. How you want to hold her, feelher,
her…”“Shut the FUCK UP!” I bellowed, throwing myself at him again. Igot the upper hand this time and we landed inside the water. Ithrew him down to the bottom and took joy in him hitting the bottom with a