Com?I was naked and kneeling in the corner of the room furthest from the door. My head was bowed and my forehead touched the floor. I was shivering in...anticipation because I had been that way for what I guessed to be more than half an hour, although it is hard to tell in such circumstances.Finally I heard the door open and the sound of stiletto heels on the painted concrete floor. They came towards me but I did not dare to look up. I knew that to do so would be very costly. A booted foot was. “Oh, my fuck!” she exclaimed.Doris still held her and gave me that beaming smile. “Hello, Chris,” she said as if nothing.“What the fuck is going on?” I said. But I wasn’t angry.Doris looked at Ellen and gave her a peck on the lips. “Should he join us?”“He’s probably too tired,” Ellen said as she kissed her back.“But look at him,” Doris said, kissing her again before looking at me. “He is probably quite horny just seeing two women like this.”Ellen laughed. “I wonder.” She looked at me. “Are. Being around Melissa made sticking to the Code of Conduct impossible.Melissa was a sophomore when he arrived at Jefferson. She and Joe grew close. She would occasionally hang around after school to talk to Joe. He truly enjoyed their conversations which soon turned to sex and relationships, but mainly sex. She told him how her dad took off when she was a baby. She told him that all the boys wanted to fuck her, and how lame they were. She told him how she lost her virginity to her mom's. “May I join you?” he asked, as if nothing odd had happened. “You just threw up and ralphed or vomited or puked.” Said Sandra, “Are you feeling ok?” “Yes” said the handsome hipster “That’s my name. My friends call me …blahpppp.” The handsome hipster made a dry heave sound. “It’s easier on the esophagus” “So your name is the actual act of vomiting but your friends call you blahpppp…” Sandra made a dry heave noise.“Yes” said the handsome hipster “I couldn’t help but notice your perky.