”Then I reached out and placed my hand on her right shoulder. I ran my hand over her right breast, down her tummy, and between her legs. She clamped...her knees together but my hand was already between them. I slid my hand up between her warm thighs until I touched her panties. She jumped away from me when other students came in for her next class. Her panties were wet, she had been thinking about me since Mom’s phone call.I took my time getting home. I wanted Mrs. Brown and Mom to have a few. "Do you really want to be treated like shit?" "Yes," I responded. "Tell me you want to be treated like shit." "I want to be treated like shit." "Louder!" "I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT!" "Okay," purred Gina, "we'll treat you like shit." Back in my apartment, I ate, showered, and set my alarm for 8:30. I wanted to be sure not to miss the knock when Gina and Susan came by the next morning. BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30.. You know, the whole sleep thing or whatever it is y-”“Sexsomnia.”“…Huh?” I turned my body to face her.“It’s called sexsomnia.” she replied, her voice shaky. “I don’t want to get into detail about it. You can Google it yourself. But it explains a lot. I slept in the same bed as Chris a few nights in a row to see if what you were saying was true…”“You didn’t believe me.” I interrupted, stating it plainly as if observing a fact.Molly made an indifferent face. “I didn’t. Either way, it turns out I. We continued on toward the lake, with every step drinking more joy and harmony, until we finally arrived on the shore, Jason dropped his pack and I followed suit, relived to be removing the bags that had been weighing me down, as I looked on the sandy beach fringed by native bush and towering cliffs on the point, Jason pointed to these prominent cliffs and calmly stated “that is where we will climb today” and before I could respond he turned and started to unpack his pack, as I adsorbed the.