So I put up with the headache and mumble along as she rants. I only see her occasionally in the day, and mumble some more on the ride home. That is my...interaction with her, plain and simple. Thankfully, I have 7 other roommates. We all work hard and have to cook for ourselves, so we usually just share the kitchen and then have big dinners on the weekends. Besides Ariel, I get along with everyone else. Once we got home from the ‘enlightening’ car ride about how horrible red meat is, we walked. Now bring that dress back to the store and find something more respectable,” he said. “Ok, I will,” I replied. I lied. The following Friday was the night of the big dance. As promised, Liu didn’t go and I had to go alone. Since what he didn’t know won’t him, I wore my dress to the dance. I got a lot of attention from the guys. Some wanted, some not, but my boyfriend wasn’t going to tell me what do to and get away with it. I had fun dancing with a few guys and my friends. I would have had more. By the time we were an hour into being there I had lost Jordie and I honestly didn’t care. I can barely remember whether I had been dancing alone or maybe with someone? No, I was dancing with someone, that’s why I left the dance floor. Someone had been trying to get their grubby little hands into my leather pants, even after I had tried to say no and keep doing my thing. I remember pushing him away only to fall on the ground - him and his buddies had laughed at that. My eyes started to sting. Why do you keep calling me Calvin?" I asked quizzically. "That is your name, isn't it?" She asked. "Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear." She pulled back the covers to show me. I tried to stop her but it was too late. Mom/Lorraine saw my hard cock tenting my briefs obscenely. I drew back instinctively. She sat back down on the other bed, hands clenched together, smiling. It was kind of a nervous, uncomfortable/devilish but innocent smile. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal." "No....