The registrar was snippy because he had to wait for me to show up. “I don’t know why you couldn’t have been here earlier,” he said. My roommat..., an upper-class student by the name of Ryan Chitworth came down to take me back to the room. He was nice enough (it was part of his job to guide this precollege student gently along).When we got off the elevator on the 3rd floor it opened to a large lounge area with the doors of three separated rooms surrounding it. There were two bathrooms with showers. I said “I really have to go home now. Are we still good with each other? There’s not going to be problems after this?”“I am keeping my word. One time only. I will say this. You showed what I am looking for if I marry again.”“You mean – – someone with a job?” We both laughed. “That too. You are out to please the woman, not just get your rocks off”“Ain’t that why its called making love?”“ Now I see why you and [your wife] are so happy with each other.”I asked Linda to mention my leaving to. * I was almost finished spreading the stuff Debbie gave me on my facewhen he opened the door and peeked back in. Then he opened the door allthe way, and came in. "Ah, hey," he said nervously, "uh, this is the, uh, guy's room?" "Are you asking me?" "Ah." That confused him, I guess. I wet the washcloth and startedwiping the goo off. There's a lot of goop involved in being a girlnowadays, I guess. "No," he finally said, "_this_ is the guy's room. Restroom," headded. . If you were meant for this life, you will consider that possibility to be worse than whatever I’m demanding of you. Any questions so far?” “Yes, why is this all so exciting?” “Because it’s like finding out you’re gay after years of wondering why your friends were so enthusiastic about women. I’m introducing you to your natural sexual calling. If you haven’t figured it out, you are a natural submissive. “Rule number three is the gratitude rule. If you receive an instruction, you will be.