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Sam's POV

I smiled at the picture of Danny on my desk. Only until last year had I noticed him as potential mate, instead of just a friend. Not that there was anything wrong with a friend. I wished he would at least flirt with me though. Friend or not...this was killing me. So much, in fact, that I had decided to get my own little sensations. The kind of partnership I wanted would destroy our friendship, so this was done in secret (obviously). I wanted to feel his hands all over me, running all over my body and turning me on.

For now, though, I could only sit back and use a different method that, if found out, would commit social suicide among me and Danny, and possibly even Tucker. It would be offensive, I was sure. If I saw...oh, take Dash for instance...if I saw Dash rubbing himself to get hard over me, I would be severely offended.

Now I didn't have the real thing, so I had to settle for using myself as an imitation.

I closed my eyes and started gliding my hands over my thighs, pretending in my mind that what I was feeling wasn't my hands, but Danny's. I kept this thought and blushed as I moved my hands from my thighs to my love handles, where they circled around and moved up to my breasts. I took a sharp breath.

Danny's POV

I smiled deviously as I committed my usual crime of juvenile mischief. But so far spying had failed, bombed, disappointed. Tucker normally did something satisfying, like getting the edge in a new video game (spying was important when he did that because I knew his moves and I could gain the upper hand). He didn't do anything but the extra work Lancer gave him for stealing into the ladies' locker room. I couldn't blame my fellow pervert. I did it all the time. So I guess that made us both perverts. But as long as I had some females to look at, I didn't really care what I was called.

Sam always got mad at us for spying on near-naked girls and stealing their underwear (it was just for fun; we weren't that bad, we always gave them back when the girls weren't looking). I assumed she thought one of us would end up spying on her. Probably me since I had an invisibility bonus on my side. I could follow her into the bathroom if I wanted to.

But we weren't traitors. Perverts, definitely, but traitors? I would never betray Sam by watching her take her clothes off, revealing what I knew was a sexy body. I mean, not that I ever really looked at her body that way but I was still a guy and she was still a girl. She was hot, who was I to deny that? I knew some guys at school who talked about her boobs. I almost strangled one. Or two. Or all of them. But hey, my jealousy was justified; she was my best friend and Tucker and I were the only perverts allowed to hang out with her.

Bored of the dull patrolling going on, I decided to mess with Sam.