Charlie hadn’t thought about Scooter for years. The last he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her class and had gone off to co...lege on a scholarship. But that had been six or seven years ago.But now he couldn’t get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her body, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn’t imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the club. He. "Freddie wrote it, and so if Adams reports that, I will get kicked out, so he suggested we work something out." So you whored yourself out for grades?" Tori asked incredulously, trying to shake the strange feeling she felt at the mere mention of Freddie's name. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about the other day? This?" Actually…" Sam took another deep sigh, knowing that this conversation was going to get even more awkward. "I wanted to ask you about a guy… but I'm actually relieved that. We began to trade emails, and eventually IMs. Our conversations were getting hotter and hotter every day. Our sessions usually ended with my favorite friend, Rosy Palm, working overtime. We even talked about getting together for lunch some day. So far she was a stranger in the night who likes to tease me to no end. What would I do if we actually met? Then, one fateful day I printed out her profile from the bondage dating site, or so I thought. This was right before I had to leave for work, and. Her blouse is cut low to show off her ample cleavage. A change from the ladies we passed in the street who mostly wore neck to ankle dresses. Many of them worn leather, rather than a softer material. “We would like to rent out the whole building. Probably for a few days.” I offer. We haggle on a price then she invites us in with a big sweep of her arm. The building has six rooms upstairs and two down. Plus the common room, and space in the attic. We divvy up the rooms, with me getting my own..