I love him and although everyone in my college can’t understand how we’re just friend’s, it’s actually all we are; just friends. Little did I ...now all that was going to change that night. Ring ring “yo baby girl where are you?” a rough seductive voice came through the other end of my phone. “Almost there knob cheese. Call me baby girl one more time and trust me when I say, you won’t have the equipment to make a baby any time soon. Capiche?” My ears filled with his warm, husky laugh. “yeah. She’s young and needed the experience.”Trish glanced at me, but just nodded.Froggy said, “When,” and Trish bent down, took him in her mouth. That paused our chinwag for a mo. or two.It was another one of Trish’s Rules — say “When” when it’s time, and she’ll mouth-accommodate you. Not that Froggy and I have any say in the writing of, nor the enforcement thereof, The Rules.And sometimes you don’t even know a Rule is a Rule until Trish Rules it. One day, after school, eons ago, she unveiled a new. Magical, figure-hugging corsets with a thousand tiny hooks.Basques, brassieres and torsolettes so complicated they took half a day tostrap yourself into.Half-mesmerised, Misha barely felt Judy's fingers on his elbow."Michelle? Michelle?" Yes ...?" You'll be dancing the can-can, won't you?"The question left Misha speechless. He hadn't counted on this, hadn'tstopped to consider the kind of questions he'd be asked. He'd neveractually seen 'Calamity Jane,' had no idea what it was about, beyond. There is the sound of pouringliquid as, from her place by my thigh, a girl fills my wine cup."Not every task can be completed by a Gorean warrior," the Priest Kingnamed Misk replies in his manner of speech, "and this is an unusualmission where only someone of your... background... might serve."Priest Kings are the godlike rulers of this world. Non-human, they arepart of an ancient insect-like race that live for thousands of years.There is an almost palpable aura of timeless wisdom emanating.