Eve brought her knees up and spread her thighs slightly. The urine was perhaps three inches deep and it lapped in little waves between her naked thigh... and washed onto her pussy which was gaping open due to her sexual excitement. She looked down between her spread thighs, and watched a dead, bloated blowfly which, in the heat of the day, had been attracted to the stinking filth of the urinal, and had drowned so that its filthy body had added to the putridness and gross abomination of the piss. The sky was boiling off the sunset red into the empty purple night of a city sky. No clouds, no wind, still cold. We headed up the hill to the restaurant. It took a bit, but I soon had her opened up, telling me about classes and dreams and stupid stories. She kept circling back to stories about Alex, though. They were always great. I frowned. She never cast herself in that good of a light.“What about Sam?” I asked as I opened the restaurant door for her. I think I’d picked this restaurant. I should be getting back...”I simply parked and turned off the ignition, pocketing the key. “Marilyn, my dear, you worry way too much! Life will seem much better once we get a nice hot breakfast inside you.” I opened the door and climbed out. Marilyn slowly climbed out and followed me inside cautiously. Once inside the door, she discovered we were at a diner, and not at a roadhouse where she was about to be abducted by white slavers.A hostess promptly settled us at a booth. “Can I get you kids. As the girls became more familiar with each other’s needs and desires with regards to sex, their lovemaking improved exponentially. Notwithstanding the hedonistic joy of their weekend sexual pleasures, the girls continued their single minded determination to maintain their studies. Indeed they balanced their pleasures with their academic work admirably. Such balance between work and play paid off in even greater rewards. At the end of that first year of law school, Brenda and Connie improved.