Next to the door we just used, there was a podium, and the room itself was filled with chairs - and beds. I forced myself not to think what had been h...ppening in this very room at certain times of the month. Once we reached the main entrance to the room, I turned to Jeanie.“Is it safe to open these doors? What’s out there?”“There is an entryway, which then opens to the main hall.”I quickly checked the door and its frame, but I couldn’t find any sign of sensors or alarms. I had been in that. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio. I told her to recall that she was at my 17th birthday party just last week and that she was only nine years older than I. She talked about how Greg would only fuck her a few times a month and how he was so caught up in his teaching at the university and his union organizing. I told her I could fuck her any time she wanted to. She said, "No, after this, we cannot do this again. I am married, and your mother is my best friend. I'm afraid she would hurt me if she knew I had seduced her boy." I. Why would I do that? I've seen you giving Kim THE LOOK!"He shook his head. "I told you. I am not after." He lowered his voice. "I am not after your girlfriend. I know she's off limits. Do you think I want you to beat me up, the way you did Mark Benson just because he touched her ass? You broke his freakin' nose and cracked two ribs, and that was months before you grew, uh, your dick!" He didn't just touch her ass!" Tara blushed. She had just about lost her mind when she heard Kimmie scream!.