“This is just a little cream to make you a little more receptive”, one of them said. After a few second of rubbing, I got extremely sensitive down...there. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”, one girl murmured. “Yeah”, another one murmured back.I couldn’t even begin to decide how I felt. Violated, that’s for sure. Extremely violated. Scared. Horny. I wanted them to stop but I couldn’t even tell them to, let alone fight them off. The drug was taking a serious toll on my mental capabilities. The girl. Now, not just feeling jealous and sick in the pit of your stomach you feel humiliated. You have to tell another man that your wife wants him. You can hear the excitement in his voice and you know that he will probably have a huge erection now at the thought of having her. Of course, you will have seen him looking at her during the meetings. You will have observed his sly looks as she sits down; as she gets up; as she walks away. You're a man too so you know the things to look for; the nice. Do you know what I am saying?” I was speaking as gently as I could, trying to speak the truth to this young woman – speak it, even though I was not quite sure what it was. I tried again. “Maybe she – she does not belong to anyone. Certainly not to me. Maybe she’s not – not the belonging kind. I don’t think she is.” That got a nod. We both knew the woman we were talking about. Impossible to pin down, always surprising: elusive one day, passionate the next. Lucy with her stratagems. The menu. "Are you Matthew's girlfriend?" He asked. Before Tiffany could answer Matthew interrupted. "No, she's your birthday present." She turned and glared at her student with a look that could have turned anyone to stone. "I don't think so." She hissed, with a half smile. "Excuse us a moment granddad." Matthew said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her in the corner of the room away from the old man. "There's no way I'm sleeping with an old man like that. Go to hell." She seethed. Matthew clinched her.