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“What?! How do you not know!? This was your plan!”

“Just keep running!”

I held my breath as I got to the edge of the roof. But I keptmy legs moving. And in a second I was running down the side of the buildinglike I was in a James Bond movie.

“Ahhh!” yelled Ash. “This is freaking awesome!”

It really was. This was like…the coolest thing I’d ever done.Except getting double teamed. That was definitely better. So I guess this was thesecond coolest thing.

I didn’t understand how the clips worked, but Ghostie hadpromised that they’d keep us from going splat. And he was right. If we went toofast or started to fall forward, the clips tightened up and kept it fromhappening. They were almost as good as my boner dart invention.

Speaking of Ghostie…

“Ghostie!” I yelled into my earpiece. “It worked!”

No answer.

“Ghostie?” Was he still masturbating? That maid outfit musthave really done something to him. I’d have to get another one and surprise himwith it some time.

“Chastity?” said a voice in my earpiece. But it wasn’t Ghostie.

“Teddybear?” I asked. “Where’s Ghostie?”

“No idea. He just stormed off and said something about beingdone with your shit. I’ve been trying to figure out these comms ever since.”

“So he’s not masturbating?”

“No. I mean…I’m not really sure. I don’t have eyes on him, soI can’t definitively say that he’snotmasturbating. But I wasn’tgetting a masturbatory vibe from him. He seemed pretty pissed.”

“Pissed? At me?”Why? I’d put on such a good show for him.

“Yup. Anyway…there’s something a bit more pressing that weshould probably discuss. Have you looked down?”

“Not recently.” My legs had gotten a little tired from allthat running so I’d spun around into a more traditional rappelling stance.

“Well, you might wanna do that.”

I stopped rappelling and looked down.

There were at least a dozen guards standing right at the bottomof our rope.

Chapter 8 – Penises Are Afoot

Sunday, Sept 22, 2013

“Oh no,” I said. “Whatever will we do?”

“Why do you not sound concerned?” asked Teddybear.

“Because, silly. This is part of the plan!”

“How is getting caught part of the plan?”

I sighed. “I went over this last night at Odegaard. Were younot paying attention?”

“I was trying to! But you kept giving me handjobs under thetable.”

“Oh, right. What floor do you think I’m at?”

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