"I suppose you're right." I know I am. Call me when you get back. We're gonna get together." Ok," I said compliantly."Don't forget this time, or I'll ...nock you around worse than that dyke did." Gee, what a friend."We shared a giggle, and it felt good to laugh. She was right, I had to put Danielle, even Vicki, in my rear view mirror. If I could.The next afternoon, I spent a half day at the spa. I seemed like ages since I'd been. After a nice workout at the gym, I showered, and let the experts. The idea of my being on steroids made me laugh. "Juice me up, Doc, so I can hit the ball so hard it'll roll all the way to the warning track."I passed everything, of course. I was nothing if not a demon for physical fitness. When you're smaller and lighter than everybody else, and still looking for your first home run since seventh grade, you do your best to stay strong and healthy. I'd worked out all through the off season -- not so much to gain strength as to ensure that I maintained my foot. . unless they want to kneel, and accept the collar as well, at the feet of the master. At least that's how I interpreted her expression.Exams on Monday were not a breeze, but they were not that difficult. For the essay questions, I found that I could BS my way through, as long as I followed the rules--good thesis statement, clear topic sentences for each paragraph, ordered structure, good grammar and punctuation, and a solid closing. That always worked, even if you were just writing out. She had made a habit of using her own pictures as profile pictures and backgrounds on her accounts. Usually they were clipped in a way that didn't show her face but from time to time she would make one really risky, just for a short amount of time. She had a number of fantasies, easily deduced from these sites, that included interracial, BDSM and, notably, exposure. She had a number of dark fantasies but of course the exposure one was interesting, given the situation she was about to find.