We sat on an old, worn sofa and took a sip of the tea. It was funny, ittasted nice. Maybe I was getting more than I bargained for living withSophia li...e this. I just hoped that she didn't like eating squid orsomething--the mind, well my bit of it anyway, boggled."So, she said, "what's the plan?" Well..." Before you start, let me put on record that I think that I am in themiddle of a nightmare and I'll wake up one day, hopefully being rogeredby George Clooney, but until that happens, I will. I hear a grunt and look up to see her biting her lower lip, her eyes closed and eyebrows arched up from the pleasure I’m inflicting upon her. Sweet torture is the best. This isn’t dining, it’s becoming a sexual food fight, and soon we’re both covered with sauce, spaghetti, bread crumbs, and Italian salad dressing: faces, necks, shoulders, tits, asses, cock and balls, cunts, thighs, shins, feet, arms and hands. It looks like we’re covered in blood from all that sauce, as we literally eat each. When crime did happen, it was buried as deeply and darkly as possible. The victims of a crime were urged to not contact the police, but to call campus safety. No formal reports were taken, and nobody would call the police. No records were kept. If a student was guilty of a crime, even a serious crime like rape, they would be allowed to quietly transfer out. Victims would also be counseled to leave the school. Pretty much anything short of murder would be buried. Kelly and I had seen this. The extremely light breaths she was taking compared to my heavy breaths sounded like there was a huge gust of wind coming through the whole plane. Our eyes were still locked together, our hands still clutched together. I moved in closer..."WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" everyone cheeredAsh and I both jerked our heads up together thinking that the cheering was for us. Both of our faces were bright red, embarrassed and scared.INTERCOM: WE ARE IN THE AIR AT A STEADY PACE. ERRR, THE ESTIMATED TIME OF THE.