I know I masturbated. Likely the others did too. I made an entry into my journal. Yet another missed opportunity? At the next class we talked about...the sessions. Not so much the details, just how the stories affected us and our view of the morality. But we were more open in the class than ever before. The more we talked about our sexuality, the easier it was to do so. Then the professor moved to talk directly about our bodies.“Society views the body in different ways at different times. . There had never been anything like overt hatred. That, at least, Jake probably could have dealt with. No, her attitude toward him since then had been an almost rabid indifference, as if he mattered little to her, as if she didn't care if he lived or died, showed up to see her or didn't. The sex life had ground to a complete and total standstill. She would still kiss him on occasion, but they were chaste kisses of the sort reserved for a sibling. She would offer to let him have sex with her, but. I picked out a simple yellow dress, and returned to the bathroom. The moment I stepped in, still nude, holding it out awkwardly, I realized how inappropriate my impulse had been. Even in the best scenario, if I had read him correctly, it was absolutely no business of mine, and nothing to be interfered with.Jasper however, took the dress from my outstretched hand, and ran his fingers over the soft cotton. Then, holding it from the straps, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, slowly casting. I'm Cynthia."After that the night went on a blur. We talked and laughed like I neverhad before. Cynthia was being very easy on me. I couldn't help but keeplooking at her beautiful dress, how it showed her breasts and herdangerously high stiletto heels."Well, it's time to go. I have a long drive ahead," I said."That's a shame Andy. I was starting to enjoy myself," said Cynthia asshe put her hand seductively on top of her breast."You know, at least you could drop me at my place. It's pretty.