Phillip paused, looked around the hallway, Teresa and Rachael had already turned down the hallway that lead to the room they shared and then Phillip l...oked at his room's door before shrugging and entered the Common Room.Phillip did not like the Common Room, mainly because of the almost nightly activities that took place there; Illyana riding James and Longshot. Stacy always wanted to play Longshot; as did most of the male students, which Phillip both understood and was scared by. Sometimes even. How in God’s name did they make me do this? ”How do you feel right this second?” Mona asked. Oh, shit. How do I feel? How do I fucking feel? ”I’ve never been more mortified in my life. I don’t believe I’m doing this.” ”Yet you are,” she said. ”You’re kneeling there. Nobody is forcing you. You could get up and get as far away from here as you want. But you’re staying put. Why do you suppose that is? Most people would feel degraded. Do you feel degraded?” Yes, I thought to myself, how else could. She immediately stopped him and begged him to not write her a ticket and asked what could she do to fix the situation. He was a career cop and was always a stickler for the rules, at least she thought he was since he stated that bribing an officer was a crime.He asked her to get out of the car and proceeded to handcuff her and read the Miranda rights to her. He walked her over to the police cruiser, shoved her over the trunk and began a very thorough search. He started by patting slowly up her. I had come to love them in my own way.But I was actually already married at the time and I had told my husband that I was away for a business training conference to keep my skills sharp. I hated lying to him; but, in those days, my organization was not as keen about making our lifestyle choices and sexual obligations as open with significant others as they evidently are now. Much later, I told my husband everything before he succumbed to cancer, and he forgave me; he told me that he had figured.