Saturday morning I went to her place as arranged. As sheexplained, she had everything she needed in her apartment.She asked me to come in and to take ...ut my clothes (that she storedaway). Then she brought me to the bathroom and told me to have a bath.She told me to "clean everything", pointing at a little hand shower inthe format of a penis. I looked at her like a stupid, but then Iunderstood what she meant. She closed the door and I started my bath.After some hesitation I introduced the hand. For two weeks, I monitored herfrom a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her patterns, her movements.And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knewshe was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with black boots,her long black hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeralhome...I grabbed her as she was unlocking her. “What!” Mary Beth demanded.“Your mom don’t need to know, nor your friends, just the team guys, that way you get a Math scholarship for free, just for screwing a few fit guys and a bit of cheer leading when there’s a game!” I explained “Got to be worth, what thirty, fifty big ones.”“What!” she squealed.“Screw a few guys, like Poppy’s doing right now.” I told her as I took her hand in mine “Like this is your audition May Beth,. And second? I was, as of very recently, dating a guy who was in college. We’d met kind of accidentally and I was feeling him out as I was letting him feel me up. We hadn’t gone much further than that, which was starting to be a problem in a backwards kind of way: I didn’t really have any desire to push the relationship that far, but he was using his slow-moving ways as some declaration that he was more “serious” about me, and I should be properly thankful. Every make-out session that his hand.