"It'll be okay, Mr. Michaels! We promise to give you time to write your dissertation! It'll be wonderful, you'll see!" they all were speaking on top o... each other."Okay, okay," I said. "I just can't believe this. I just can't believe it." Is it soooo terrible being stuck in a basement with eight horny girls all intent on having sex with you as much as possible?" Jane asked."Looks like I don't have a choice."Very late that night (about 230am), I was gently woken up by warm, wet lips on my. Come on, I'll show you what I mean."I followed him upstairs and then down a hallway. I could hear moans and groans and a woman asking for it harder. Dan led me past the door to the room the noises were coming from it and into the room next to it. We went inside and he took a picture off the wall."It covers a see-thru mirror" he said as he took it down. I looked into the room and got another surprise."Gloria is your wife?" No one knows. They know that she is married, but they don't know it is to. That's where Paul would fit in perfectly. He slid into the stool next to Paul. "So, do you always fight at bars or do you drink as well?" Tom chuckled but it was clear by the glare Paul shot that it wasn't funny. "I'm not a fag." Paul growled as he grabbed Tom's throat. "Fuck off." Tom could only laugh nervously and recompose himself before ordering a round of drinks. "Well, lucky for you neither am I. I just couldn't help but notice how easily you took that guy down and well...I figured you'd. .. what was happening? We were rapidly nearing school, and I needed a way out. "Oh Chris! Can you drop me off at the shop, the one a few blocks from school?" Ingenious. "There's one just down the road, I'll drop you there so you have less of a walk," he replied. Ever the gent it seemed, damn him. I had to think quick, "No no! Erm, that shop won't serve me, I need some smokes." "Okay, fair enough," he replied, making a quick detour, "you want us to wait for you?" He asked kindly. "No.