"What's going on?" Maggie demanded."Charlie won't get up because what you're hearing is my ex-wife riding on top of Charlie and the headboard of the b...d hitting the wall," Fred sighed."No, I'm sure that's not true" whispered Maggie in the darkness, but she didn't sound convinced.It started again. The beat was accompanied by a musical embellishment. Thump—owwww—thump, thump—ahhhh—thump, ohhhh. It was a woman's voice singing in a high octave. Maggie recognized it muffled through the wall."Maybe. I'm not going to commit to a long tour without it working out for me."About what I expected, Deb thought. She smiled at the other woman while the food was placed on the table.15:15 Wednesday, August 28th, 1991Rm 112 Barrows HallUniversity of California, Berkeley, CA 94720Lenore was in her last Monday-Wednesday class for the week. She'd lucked out – her Fridays would be free, other than lab time, which for Business and Psychology classes were mostly study anyway. Well, Psychology would have. His face pressed firm against her opening, his tongue drove deep inside her, his teeth pressed against her pearl and her hips thrust up against him. His fingers entwined with hers, cupping and kneading her breasts.His mouth withdrew momentarily and his fingers closed around her wrists, imprisoning her in his grasp and he moved up swiftly, pushing her hand and arms high above her head, stretching tight and firm, pinning her to the bed with his body…. she squirmed beneath him, eyes widening,. Last night felt like a dream. I had woken up, got out of bed, went across the hall, talked to one of the biggest movie stars on the planet and fell asleep again two minutes later; it could've very easily been a dream. But then, my dreams of meeting beautiful actresses usually involve more nudity. This was real. Emma Watson was next door. That was reality. A wide array of fantasies went through my head; each one more ridiculous and unlikely than the last. Eventually, I put these thoughts aside.