The lack of a conversation about birth control DID bother me, but that was at least partly, if not mostly, my fault.Beyond that, the one real concern ... had was how much peer pressure had played a part in her decision. I was sure Mina had known that Karla was a virgin, and I had no doubt she had pushed Karla to have sex with me. But once Karla had voiced that, we’d spent the next fifteen hours together, talking, and after everything that had happened, I was convinced that what had happened. He takes my hand and stands me up, holding me tight in his arms. His hands began to explore my body. He kisses me and squeezes my ass checks. Turn me around so my back was on his chest. Still feeling me up with his hands, over my chest down my stomach and then down to my clitty, which was now hard and straining for relief. He squeezes it and whispers in my ear. “Do you have any rubbers? I ran to my night table to get one. Tom tells me to get a coupler of them. When I return to him, he pulls me. Finally his eyes lit on a table of seven or so students, over half of them where female but Michael only had eyes for the raven hair beauty who was his slave. Everyone talked and laughed as they ate, but Michael noticed that she seemed preoccupied. He hoped he was the one to fill her thoughts and cause the slight smile that played about her lips. Michael watched her knowing what was under the blouse and skirt she was wearing and knowing that she wore it for him caused a stirring once again.. With Joy and Night helping me, my body was in good health and I was getting younger looking and feeling.About two months after Billie came to live with us; I didn't even have any gray hair. I have had gray hair since I was twenty-five.We all learned about each other, and had a good "family" life. Billie had been an ergonomic engineer before she had been caught in a police sweep and convicted of sedition. She was a "militant feminist" in my language; she called herself a person who favored.