As I came round from yet another orgasm, I looked up to see a girl coming into the class room. She was wearing the regulation Slothlands uniform and not dressed for secretarial glass; although her bull’s eye glasses did make her look as if she was the ideal candidate for the dragon of an old fashioned typing pool.

And then she spoke. Her accent instantly giving her away. I watched as Minxy jumped up and greeted her. But I had my suspicions.

Well, I did until the bullet inside me distracted all thoughts and claimed my body once again. Muscles contracting as they fought each other as to how they would distort my body as the knot of tension in my belly exploded, causing me to cry out over Minxy’s soft melodious voice.

As the shuddering faded, with just an occasional aftershock claiming me, my suspicions returned. The timing of JT’s return was no co-incidence. She had come, in disguise, to steal Qmoq’s silver bullet and smuggle it out of the country.

Whilst staying on all fours I rose to my full height, arching my back and lifting my head high and staring at her. Right now I intended to fight to never let it out of me, but there was no way she was going to be stealing it and passing it to some third rate clerk in the American Embassy to smuggle out on his next trip home.

But my plans to protect the National Treasure were interrupted as it started to come alive in me again, the silent growl which had been forming in my throat as I considered JT turned into a slightly less silent whimper and my hips recommenced their dance of first rolling and then straining first back and then upwards.