By this point, Brist's mind had totally surrendered to the sad, wretched truth:"What do you mean?" John asked, always interested in anything that involved making money."I'm not a knight," she panted, "not a knight, not a knight—""Harder!" urged the boy. "Okay, you've killed them, but your nipples are still burning from the stings. The stingers must still be in your nipples. You'll have to pull them out." The groaning girl tugged hard at her nipples, but to no avail. "You can't get them out with your fingers," the boy told her, "you can't get a strong-enough grip. You'll have to use your teeth. Hurry! Your nipples really hurt! Use your teeth to pull the stingers out!" I wonder what John's doing today, she thought, a smile crossing her face when she thought of her big gorgeous twin brother. She knew all the girls at school got wet whenever they saw him."Honey, you're not skinny. You're thin." I interjected."Is that what we want?"They were soft and warm, and I gasped despite myself. They attacked mine by way of an answer, overcoming my mouth with gradual, yet unwavering intensity