The other was called Rob Garthwaite. Neither Steven nor Becca had met him before.Steven went to his office and Becca took Jean to the sitting room. Th...y were both finished in half an hour. Becca found Jean to be a warm, understanding person and liked her. She offered both police officers a cup of tea afterwards but they declined and left.Steven led Becca to the sitting room. He sat in a chair. She sat, looking rather small, on the sofa."Becca, before we start, let me make it clear that I do. About the same thing happened to me but my BF was behind it all I later found out.Someone had slipped Xtacy into my drink three times and I became a nymphomaniac I couldn't get enuf c*** I was even doubled by three different guys. I should have know something was up when my BF and I walked in there was only guys there but I payed no attention and began to dance with whoever asked me even with guys who didn't ask then it became bump and grind and three different guys lifted my skirt and ground. Sometimes there were boyfriends and girlfriends from outside our group, but they never last. That ambiance, that intertwining friendship, became the closest thing I ever had to the relationship those k**s in The Dreamers had with each other. Klay and me never did anything with each other, but the girls had no reservations. We were in a boarding school. When the boys went to their separate dormitories to smoke week and sleep, the girls had their very own chambers of secrets, where stuff happened. I tried talking to these girls but it never led anywhere. So I watched from the outside, and almost every day I jerked off thinking about them. Especially this one girl in my statistics class, Kiana.She was a Delta Gamma. She had dirty blonde hair and the face of a good girl with a wild side. Her body was fucking perfect. Pale white skin, skinny figure but with big round tits and a plump ass. She always wore the tightest tank tops and short shorts that highlighted every curve about her.I.