Mme Briancourt. I rang at your door, you opened, I handed the letter. You said "you could have put it in my mailbox". It struck me, didn't think of th...t. "It would have been a pity" and smiled. You smiled back, thanked me and closed the door.The next day I rang again, I handed in an envelope, addressed again to Mme Briancourt. You said "But I haven't lost this one", "I insist", I answered and returned to my apartment. The envelope contained what you are reading now.One hour later you rang on my. Jeff and Trip left an hour ago for some party off campus. You can hear drunken yelling coming from somewhere outside your dorm followed by the sound of a bottle smashing against the pavement. Five minutes earlier, you're pretty sure you heard someone throwing up in the dorm bathroom. You should be with Jeff and Trip. You should be out there, drunk and yelling. Hell, you could even be the guy praying to the porcelain god.But you're not. You're here in front of your laptop.The year started off. “Drink it. Now.”
I took a drink and spit it out, it tasted bad, like rotten berries.
I forced the bottle into my mouth and made me swallow it. I spit most of it up and he slapped me across the face. I stumble and feel onto the arm of the couch.

“Fine. You wont drink it like a big girl, I have you drink it like the bitch you are.”

“Stop, stop!” My mom screeched and he pulled down my pants and panties and spanked me hard across the ass. I cried out, but nobody could hear me over my mom, who. It was the man from the dining room and he explained that there was a gentleman seated at a table on his own who had asked if she would like to join him. She looked to where she was directed and let out a little gasp as the "gentleman" was non other than Dr. Smith from the seminar that afternoon. He smiled over at her and waved for her to join him. Her tummy gave a little flutter as she made her way to the table. "I recognised you from earlier and realised that you needed a table, I have only.