"Well ... I ... I would have totally checked with you first."I winced for Bert, already knowing where this was going."Checked with me? Hah! So you WAN... to fuck Gwen again, huh? One time wasn't enough! So last night when we were together, were you fantasizing about her? Or maybe Dawn? Is that it?" Come ON, Robin! Gimme a break. I'm not fantasizing about anyone but you! It's just that ... I..." What? What?" Robin pressed. "I'm not good enough for you anymore?" Oh, come ON! Like you haven't had. Jarrod Morris sat in Ethan Chandler's study in a chair near his desk on a brisk autumn afternoon. Ethan was at his desk, looking pale and nervous. Morris was relaxed. The Valley Sentinel lay on the desk, folded open to the Editorial Page."It looks like I'll have to come out with O'Toole's name on Sunday," he announced soberly."Why so glum about it, Ethan?" his friend asked. "It wasn't long ago that you were chomping at the bit and I had to hold you back."Ethan nodded to acknowledge Jarrod's. As in I fantasize about him letting his friends use me because I’m his slut to do with as he pleases. Before anyone gets mad about the inherent sexism involved here, I want to make clear that this is not how I think women should be treated in real life. This is a sexual fantasy of mine, and it stays in the bedroom.Anyway, back to the story. I was walking back to campus after running some errands downtown when I got a snapchat from Alex. It was him and some guys in the background with the. She still hadn'treferred to herself as Aaron, but couldn't refer to herself as"Kasumi", "herself", or any feminine address. All this brain rackingwas the same kind of torment she went through when being changed fromAaron to Ami. "It isn't over, I know that I was given a chance, but howmuch of this is actually punishment? I mean, as this shit is, I'll feelguilty as hell, if I leave Ami, and her husband, and disappoint Ami'sfather. As much as he took away, I'd be lying if I said I didn'tdeserve.