She sat up and asked, “Mind if I borrow the shower?” Realizing that her top was just as cum-stained as her body, she added, “And maybe a t-shirt...or something?”Brian nodded and crawled out of the bed. He walked to the bathroom first and brought her a towel to wipe the worst of the mess off. By the time she’d cleaned off her face as best she could, he had retrieved a t-shirt for her. She wiped off as much of the slimy mess as possible, and then once the towel was a lost cause, she tucked it. " She keptrambling. I kept sitting there, wishing she would shut up. I'm notusually such a bitch, but if you've ever felt pain like this, you'reacutely aware of what I was going through at that moment. I just noddedand hunched over. Do whatever you want, just stop talking until you'vedone it.Finally, she took out the big needle. I shuddered at the goop in thesyringe vial. You ever hear of impossible colors? That's what this stufflooks like, which makes sense because of where it comes. Fortunately the queue was a little shorter at this earlier hour, yet Henry still remained nervous lest someone see him queuing by himself to enter Little Kitten. Inside, the party was cranking. Playing it cool, Henry made his way through the crowd to the bar and ordered two tequilas and another beer. He thought of Patrick as he downed the shots, giving him a mental toast, and then sat with his beer with his back to the bar, scanning the room for who this mystery dick might belong to. If the guy. Please do it."I must confess that, of all my many pleasures, watching a student obey, for the first time, my order to undress is one of the greatest. I have what many consider rather old fashioned views in many things and I admire many of the values of our Victorian forebears. However, my approval of the first Victorians does not extend to the rather hypocritical prudery that some practiced. In reality, of course, many of the Victorians were as appreciative of the female form as those of any.