The kissed a little but mostly they justwatched the screen and finished another bottle of wine between them.Both their minds were racing, what were th...y to do next? Then there wasthe awkward discussion about sleeping arrangements. Jennifer refused toallow Mason to give up his bed for her."It's like this Mason. You're the human, I'm the 'skin-job'; thereforeyou get the bed and I sleep on the lounge." Jennifer was adamant."But I'm the man and you're the woman so I should," Mason. "I'm glad you're such an eager slut, Lexi, but that doesn't mean wecan't let your tardiness slide. And I think I know just the thing!Sarah, could you come to the front of the class?" I shuddered as Iwatched Sarah playfully skip to the front of the class, memories stillfresh from the day before when she had forced me to lick her assholeclean like a bidet, and later encouraged girls to piss on me in theshowers after gym. She glared at me with a mischeivous grin. The teachercontinued, "Sarah was. I didn't care because the making out became my favorite part of the whole experience and made up for the humiliation I felt when we walked into the brightly lit theater entrance with him holding my hand like I was a little girl.This routine went on for several weeks and then something happened that made the humiliation of walking in public with him holding my hand seem minuscule. We went to the theater one noon time in late November and he made a show of holding my hand and occasionally. I was comfortable among other women and enjoyed the shower water hitting my bare skin. So, once in the shower room I stripped off my jersey shirt and shorts, then my sky blue thong and bra and turned on one of the shower heads set into the middle of the room as girls began to close in around me. Then, after the shower, I went to the lockers in the room without worrying about changing when I overheard something that interrested me."Ya, I made three hundred dollars in one night, isn't that.