.. What the fuck? What did I want to be? A fucking whore? A FUCKING WHORE? Where the fuck did that thought come from? I was horrified at the fact that...this was coming from my own mind. I mean, I could take it from Bob. I knew he hated me nearly as much as I hated him, but this was myself talking to me!No. It had to be the collar. Could the collar put thoughts into my head? My God!“How did she do?” Bob asked, not even bothering to note the horror I felt as I realized what I got into.“Is it her. .oh let's say, your age bracket?” Dean Malcomb was again focused on Susan's protruding nipple bumps. He licked his lips then replied to her question. “Susan, I think I can say with certainty that your tits...er...forgive me, I mean new uniforms are very appealing to the older crowd. I, for example, have attended more games this year than I ever have, and I most assuredly am attracted to the cheerleaders and their attire.” “Oh thank you, Dean Malcomb. It means a lot for us to know that. As. " Yeh?" and stopped."Uh... Hey, Sean. Could you go out... Just a minute," and went over to whisper something in his ear.After a moment, he muttered, unconvincingly, "Oh, darn, I forgot something. I've got to run home and get something. "I'll be right back." Sure, take your time. Sue will probably need a half hour to shower, etcetera."What did you want, Ken?" Well, I... Uh..." he stammered, until Sean had shut the door."I just thought you looked so beautiful I wanted to kiss you," and rushed. I still wanted to see her, but it was summer time and I wasn’t ready for that yet.I explained what had happened with Maya, and the bee sting, and what happened afterwards. None of it was planned, it just happened. I’m sure Maya explained it to here too, so it’s not like I was telling her anything she didn’t already know. I guess as long as my story matched with Maya’s, she was willing to accept it, because she forgave me pretty quickly. Besides, I still wanted to have some more fun with her as.