Boy did you ever luck out!”
She likes to tell me stories of her sexual encounters, and savor my jealousy. “Okay. Porn “I forgot to wear any underwear this morning…it feels like everyone can see.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I said. I even tried breaking up with her, and managed to stay away from her for a little more than a week. “Of course I did.”
“So when will you know?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, with a note of apprehension. You wanted to be told what to do, to be made into a little sex toy. The sociology term paper we’d been working on was dragging; we’d neglected it earlier in the term, and we were paying for it now. “Let’s get back to my room,” she said, a little peevishly. This is ridiculous.”
“If this is going to work, you’re going to have to take this seriously and stop distracting me,” she shot back through
