" Thanks," she said. "You're really a great guy. And I want to thankyou." She reached into her purse."You're welcome," I said, "You don't have to give...me anything. It'sreally no big deal. I like helping you."She pulled out her address book, and wrote a name down on a piece ofpaper."What's this," I said, looking at the paper."It's my cousin Todd's number. He's a sophomore at Yale. I told him allabout you. He's really excited. He likes intellectuals, especially blueeyed ones."Subconsciously, I. “Then where is her office?” he asked more loudly. He was beginning to be noticed; more people would have to be controlled, he realized.“I have no idea, master,” she said. “At home, perhaps?”“Why will you not tell me the truth?” he raged at the helpless female, who dissolved into tears. “I saw her enter the building!”“I cannot lie to you, master! Why do you not believe me?” she wailed.“Because I know Althea Channing is employed here,” he roared. “If someone brings me her head, I will pay them a. ”She then turned to Zack and said with a devilishly slutty look, “Want another one of my oranges?”With that she deftly lifted her shirt over her head, reached directly into the pitcher for an orange, and squeezed it onto first one and then the both of her nipples. Zack’s mouth dropped open and all he could say was,“Wow!”He looked over at me and I gave him “the nod”. He went for the pierced nipple first, gently tracing her areola with his tongue and then sucking the entire nipple into his. . anyone... by writing down what happened that night.Unlike most of the stories on this site, what I'm about to describe is not a fantasy. This is what really happened. As I mentioned, this is something I have thought about for years, so, although some of the details may escape me, I remember this night more vividly than any other night of my entire life.This story involves my friend Kelly (not her real name) and I. Best friend, to be more specific. We met at the beginning of our freshman year.