”“Creepy?”Mr. Moore’s willingness to help took a sudden nose dive. The last thing he needed to do was to get the university involved with some...ne who had a reputation as being creepy. If anything were to happen, the political fallout could be tremendous.“Yes, ‘creepy.’ Too many of them think that if you are quoting dead guys like Aristotle and Socrates, then you have some weird fascination with dead people. They think you’re into necrophilia or something. Don’t forget, these are sophomores in. They had a big night on the town planned but I was exhausted all of a sudden and decided to slip out quietly and head home. At I stepped out into the chill night air I felt my nipple harden beneath the flimsy fabric of my dress. It was horribly icy outside and there weren't many taxi's out so I decided to grit my teeth and bear it and walk the twenty minutes home. I was dressed in my fabourite black dress. It barely covered my ass which meant I couldn't bend over, unless I wanted someone to get. I figured I was safe so I pulled my pants back up and slowly looked over the bed of the truck. I couldn't see anybody in any direction. It was dark now. I still had cum running down my neck and stuck in my hair. My pussy was wet and I started to actually realized what happened. I was gang raped. And I liked it. Ugh.I had to figure out what to tell my hubby when I got home. If I told him what happened, he would be out on the streets in a minute -- looking for these guys. He would also go to the. Obsessed with it, really. Nobody paid much attention back than. I guess he wasn’t as crazy as we all thought.”“Okay. That makes sense from what I’ve found in this dossier on him they had. And just so you know, you’re on their kill on sight, then kill again just to make sure you’re really dead, then burn whatever is left just to make sure it took, list, according to YOUR dossier. But in any event, it looks like we’re heading for Riften.”“Riften, eh? Probably down in the Ratway, then. It’s where.