To be brutally honest, nobody had ever directly said ‘fucked’ to me before, at least in the context he’d said it. It was always toned down to �...screwed’, ‘nailed’ or even – God help me – ‘made love’. And there he was, this insanely attractive guy, old enough to be my father, talking about fucking and looking at me like my reaction was priceless.“So you were pretty desperate, then?” I asked, in what I hoped was a disapproving voice.He smiled. His eyes didn’t shift from mine. My God, I could. I looked at the items we were told to bring to the Rush : sexy black dress, bikini thong, sexy bra & panty set, red high heels, whipped cream, body oil and our imaginations and an open mind. The list was interesting and I must admit I was intrigued. When Friday night came we both put on our little sexy black party dresses, stiletto heels grabbed our bags and headed to the location listed on the flyer. I was so nervous that I thought I would pee on myself. When we entered the living room. " Yeah, me too. But just wait until I get finished spreading the wordaround school Monday morning. He's really going to have a hard timetrying to live this little fiasco down."*****As they finally reached the Mason house near midnight, Mark and Samquickly made their way through the jungle-like shrubbery that nearlyhid the living room window from prying eyes. Sitting just below thelevel of the window sill, they could hear the girlish laughter frominside."What do we do now?" asked Mark."We'll. I kept seated and waited forthe unknown person. The door opened behind me and before I could turnaround a familiar voice said, "Hello Maren, or should I say Synergy?"It was Gavin Benson of the MORFS center. ?He is Dean Hagleton's cousin? Hecalled me Synergy, but I never told him that.'"I thought there are rules about reading peoples minds?" There are, and I haven't read your mind." But I never told you that I chose the codename Synergy for myself."Gavin sat down and smiled. "You are not the.