She tried to turn her attention to Mrs. Song. Unfortunately, she was about as exciting as a rock, droning on and on about the merits of Sinclair's The...Jungle, the next item on their reading list. Something about meat packing and the turn of the century. The 20th century. Allison was sure there was a point, but at the moment it was lost on her.After what seemed like an eternity, the morning schedule gave way to the lunch period, and the conversation with Dana had gradually faded from Allison's. “Thank you, Hans. You made me have a Genital Sneeze that was delicious, so gentle. Same time tomorrow?”“That would be wonderful. Maybe an hour earlier so you didn’t have to rush off to cook dinner?”“It’s a date. I’ll look forward to it. I hope you enjoyed my favourite speciality as much as I did.”“What are your specialities?”Well, that was a Slow Cumfortable Screw which is my absolute favourite. Better known as a Girlfriend Experience.There’s also, of course, a Standard Fuck in whatever. Please!There were a ton of hits. But rather than scan through them all, Amy clicked on the first link without even thinking. The website that instantly appeared on her monitor was for some group called "The American Sexual Abuse Network".The 'net savvy girl scanned the page quickly, and nearly froze when she saw the first prominent link on the site. It was titled: "What should I do?"What should I do? the girl wondered with tears welling up in her eyes. She took another swig from her soda and. ’ ‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ she laughed and reached up to put her arms around my neck. ‘You’ll get dirty,’ I grinned, holding her away from my muddy clothes. ‘You could take them off.’ She laid a hand softly and affectionately against my cheek, smiling, her eyes were warm and welcoming, deep pools of desire and promise. The jasmine and roses perfume of her shampoo filled my nostrils and was driving me wild. In just three months this was a totally changed Becca, she seemed happier,.